^DWe had our ^D/Bday, ^G but now it's ^F#mover ^GWe had our ^F#msong, ^Gbut now it's s^Aung, ^DWe had our ^D/Bstroll, ^Gthrough summer's c^F#mlover, ^GThe sun is ^F#mgone no^Bmw, ^G the^A walk is^D done.

So tell me gently who'll be you lover, Who'll be your lover, after I'm gone, Will it be the moon, that hears your sighin' Will it be the willow, that hears you lonesome song. Will it be the rain, that clings to your bosom, Will it be the sunshine, that dries your golden hair, Will it be the wind that wants of your returnin', Will the roads be in your heart while the smiles are waiting there. None but the rain, shall cling to my bosom, None but the moon will hear my lonesome sigh, None but the wind, will want of my returning,

So ^Gfare thee ^F#mwell^Bm, my ^Glove^A, good-^Gbye. ^D #--------------------------------------------------------------#

Townes van Zandt - None but the rain