Truslow - Lover

^CYou, you and ^EmI In the ^Fspell of the ^Cnight The ^Gbutterflies, they ^Amdream Just to ^Gfeel what we've ^Cseen To be ^Dmlost in the ^Ambeauty of ^Glove And you ^Csay, that you'll ^Emnever ^FForget of its ^Cflame And you'll ^Ghold to its warmth All our ^Cdays ^{Em F C} G

^CDays turn to ^Emyears And the ^Fcobwebs ^Cappear The ^Gmemories, they ^Amfade All the ^Gmoments we ^Cmade And we ^Dmfeel only ^Amashes ^Gremain And we ^Cfought, through the ^Emtears Hoping ^Flight may ^Cappear So my ^Gdear, will you keep me ^Ctonight

So, ^Clover Will you carry my ^Gheart? Will you carry my ^Amscars? Will you carry my ^Fsoul?

So, ^Clover Will you carry my ^Gheart? Will you carry my ^Amscars? Will you carry my ^Fsoul?

So for ^Cme, Will you ^Emstay? And r^Femember this f^Clame As it ^Gburns til the end of our ^Cdays.

So, ^Clover Will you carry my ^Gheart? Will you carry my ^Amscars? Will you carry my ^Fsoul?

So, ^Clover Will you carry my ^Gheart? Will you carry my ^Amscars? Will you carry my ^Fsoul?