Tim Buckley - Cafe

^E7I was just a c^Aadd9/C#urly-haired mountain bo^E7y ^Aadd9/C# On my ^E7way^F passing ^E7thru^F I heard a ^A7voice ^Dmwhisper good e^A7venin^Dmg I turned to a s^A7hadow ^Dm And saw her t^E7here ^FSo all a^E7lone ^Aadd9/C#

^E7She had those ^Aadd9/C#sad china e^E7yes ^Aadd9/C# That s^E7ang ^Feach time she s^E7miled ^F Ah, but the ^A7song i^Dmt seemed to l^A7inger ^Dm So long it deep^A7ened ^Dmmy love for ^E7her ^FUntil she called me n^E7ear ^Aadd9/C# And then we w^Baltzed to our h^E7eart beat All a^A7round^Dm the sea was sw^A7aying ^Dm The breeze was ^A7praying ^DmNever to l^E7eave her al^Fone ^E7Alone

^E7Oh, the time j^Aadd9/C#ust slipped on ^E7by ^Aadd9/C# And with the t^E7ime ^Fso did our l^E7ove ^F Ah, her every m^A7ove^Dm just like a fe^A7ver ^Dm Just like a fe^A7ver ^DmBurnin' ins^E7ide w^Fould not l^E7eave me