Voltaire - The churchyard

^EmA bell in a c^Amhurchyard, It ^Emyells for me to b^B7egin. And my h^Emands they t^Amremble and shake. While a^Em chill burrows under my ^B7skin. It ^Emrains in the ^Amvalley, It ^Emrains from the s^B7kies. And it's ^Emraining deep^Am inside my soul, And it ^Empours up and out of my ^B7eyes.

^EmNot long ^Amago, you were h^B7ere in my ^Amarms And I^Em swore I would pr^Amotect you from ^B7harm Now ^Amhere we ^Emare. On this ^Amhill, 'neath th^B7e tree In the Ch^Amurchyard at d^Emawn. How could we've f^Amallen so ^B7far? ^Am

The e^Emarth is a bl^Amood-red cl^Emay That cakes to my ^B7heels. And the ^Emspade grows he^Amavy as lead, And my ^Emheart it is heavier st^B7ill. In a ^Embow there's a r^Amaven And its^Em eyes fix me with a s^B7tare. Then he ^Emturns and sc^Amreams at the sky. And it b^Emurns like the truth in my e^B7ars.

^EmNot long ^Amago, you were h^B7ere in my ^Amarms And I^Em swore I would pr^Amotect you from ^B7harm Now ^Amhere we ^Emare. On this ^Amhill, 'neath th^B7e tree In the Ch^Amurchyard at d^Emusk. How could we've f^Amallen so ^B7far? ^Am

^EmNo one should f^Amind out how it f^B7eels Sta^Amnding ^Emhere, hoping and^Am praying You'll a^B7wake from this ^Amawful or^Emdeal. No one should f^Amind out what it's l^B7ike S^Amtanding ^Emhere, digging a ^Amhole in which to ^B7bury Your c^Amhild and your ^Emwife.

^EmWhen they are fin^Amished They ^Emlook like wounds on a^B7 hill

^EmNo one should f^Amind out how it f^B7eels Sta^Amnding ^Emhere, hoping and^Am praying You'll a^B7wake from this ^Amawful or^Emdeal. No one should f^Amind out what it's l^B7ike S^Amtanding ^Emhere, not having the ^Ammeans To buy the m^B7edicine ^Amto save their ^Emlives.