The Smiths - Cemetery gates

^GA dreaded sunny day So I meet you at the cemetery ga^Ctes Keats and Ye^Dats are on y^Emour side ^{D C G}A dreaded sunny day So I meet you at the cemetery ga^Ctes Keats and Ye^Dats are on y^Emour side ^{D C} While Wi^Dlde is on m^Gine

^GSo we go inside and we gravely read the st^Cones All those people all those li^Dves Where are they^Em no^Dw'^C With lo^Gves, with hates And passions just like m^Cine

And then they li^Dved And then they^Em di^Ded^C

^DAnd I want to c^Gry You say: "^Bmere thrice the sun hath door Salutation to the d^Gawn" And you c^Bmlaim these words as your o^Gwn But I^C'm well read, have h^Deard them said A hundred t^Emimes (maybe less, maybe m^Core)

If you m^Gust write prose and poems The words you use should be your o^Cwn Don't plagiarise or t^Dake &qu^Emot;^Don^C loan" There's always som^Geone, somwhere With a big nose, who kn^Cows And who trips you up and la^Dughs When you^Em fa^Dll^C Who'll trip you up and la^Dugh When you f^Gall

You say: "^Bmere long done do d^Goes did" W^Bmords which could only be your o^Gwn You t^Chen produce the text From wh^Dence was ripped (some dizzy w^Emhore, 1^C804)

A dreaded su^Gnny day So let's go where we're happy And I meet you at the cemetery g^Cates Keats and Ye^Dats are on y^Emour side ^{D C} A dreaded su^Gnny day

And I meet you at the cemetery ga^Ctes Keats and Ye^Dats are on y^Emour side ^D- bu^Ct you lose While Wi^Dlde is on m^Gine