Wild Child - Winter pockets

^DWalking in the winter, Down rows of^Gm empty sidewalks, I rea^Dched into my pocket, Found an old note fr^Gmom you. ^A7

It read: “Baby d^Doll, I love you. Can’t wait^Gm to see you Sunday”. I tri^Ded to hear you read it And rememb^Gmer your voice. ^A7

Was it sweet, wa^Ds it sultry? Did you tremble w^Gmhen I heard it? Did you sing soft^Dly to me, Whisper words i^Gmn my ear? ^A7

So I sit^G and I th^Fdimink of you^Am. So I sit^G and I wond^Fdimer who ^Am