Tracy Grammer - Winter when he goes

N.C.

As the ^Gsun is to the city In the ^Gmaj7endless weeping winter So is ^Cjoy to me, and pity When he ^Emleaves me falsely ^Dtender

Like the ^Gtrue love's knot we tethered Plastic ^Gmaj7ivy 'round the portal For to ^Cframe the spring forever Though the ^Emblizzard took the ^Dmortal holy ^Crose ^DIt's always winter when he ^Ggoes ^D

As a ^Gmatter of convenience We don't ^Gmaj7speak of dying gardens As a ^Cwoman of heart and lenience I make ^Emliberal with my ^Dpardons

I am ^Ggenerous with kindness He with ^Gmaj7smiles and exaltations Though he ^Cbinds his wounds in silence I my ^Emown in practiced ^Dpatience lest he ^Cknow ^DIt's always winter when he ^Cgoes ^DIt's always winter when he ^Ggoes

^EmHe col^Clects the twigs and ^Bmbriars I ^Cstack them ^Dup for ^Emfire But it's ^Dchilly for the ^Cburning And ^Emhe really ^Cslumbers in the ^Bmstraw I ^Chold out ^Dfor the ^Emthaw For the ^Dseasons won't be ^Cturning

As I'm ^Gwriting you this letter The ^Gmaj7bluestem's running riot And ^Cdaisies break their fetters And the ^Embees will not lay ^Dquiet

If you ^Gfind him where he's dancing With his ^Gmaj7lover or his jailer Say in ^CApril's splendid mansion I lay ^Embroken by his ^Dtrailer in the ^Csnow ^DIt's always winter when he ^Cgoes ^DIt's always winter when he ^Cgoes ^DIt's always winter when he ^Ggoes ^{D C}