The Seekers - The carnival is over

^DSay goodbye, my own true l^A7over, As we sing a lover's ^Dsong. How it br^Geaks my he^A7art to l^Deave y^Bmou; Now the ^Gcar^A7nival is go^Dne.

High a^Dbove, the dawn is wa^A7king, And my tears are falling ^Drain, For the ca^Grniv^A7al is ^Dove^Bmr; We may ^Gnever ^A7meet aga^Din.

^DLike a ^Gdrum my h^A7eart was ^Dbeatin^Bmg, And your ^Gkiss was ^A7sweet as ^F#mwine. ^Bm But the ^Gjoys of ^A7love are fle^F#meting ^Bm For ^GPierrot and Co^A7lumbi^Dne.

Now the ^Dharbour light is c^A7alling; This will be our last good^Dbye. Though the ^Gcarni^A7val is ^Dove^Bmr, I will ^Glove you ^A7till I d^Die.

^DLike a ^Gdrum my ^A7heart was ^Dbeati^Bmng, And your ^Gkiss was s^A7weet as ^F#mwine. ^Bm But the ^Gjoys of l^Aove are fle^F#meting ^Bm For ^GPierrot and C^A7olumbi^Dne.

Now the ^Dharbour light is ^A7calling; This will be our last ^Dgoodbye. Though the ^Gcarniv^A7al is ^Dove^Bmr, I will ^Glove you ^A7till I d^Die.