Ballade At Thirty Five Tab par Carla Bruni

Intro: C

C                  C7
This, no song of ingenue
F                  E
This, no ballad of innocence;
Am                  F
This, the rhyme of a lady who
Dm               G
Followed ever the natural bents.
C               C7
This, a solo of sapience,
F                  E
This, a chantey of sophistry,
Am                 F
This, the sum of experiments,
Dm                G         C
I loved them until they loved me.
                     C7
I loved them until they loved me.
F                     E        Am, F, Dm, G
  I loved them until they loved me.

C                     C7
Decked in garments of sable hue,
F                      E 
  Daubed with ashes of myriad Lents,
Am               F
  Wearing shower bouquets of rue,
Dm              G
  Walk I ever in penitence.
C                 C7
 Oft I roam, as my heart repents,
F                       E
 Through God's acre of memory,
Am                      F
  Marking stones, in my reverence,
Dm                G         C
I loved them until they loved me.
                     C7
I loved them until they loved me.
F                     E        Am, F, Dm, G
  I loved them until they loved me.

         E         Am
Pictures pass me in long review,--
         F          G     C
Marching columns of dead events.
      E           Am
I was tender, and, often, true;
       Dm           G
Ever a prey to coincidence.
C                  C7
 Always knew I the consequence;
F                    E
 Always saw what the end would be.
Am                   F
  We're as Nature has made us -- hence
Dm                G         C
I loved them until they loved me.
                     C7
I loved them until they loved me.
F                     E        Am, F, Dm, G
  I loved them until they loved me.

C                  C7
Princes, never I'd give offense,
F                      E
 Won't you think of me tenderly?
Am                         F
  Here's my strength and my weakness, gents -
C                  C7
This, no song of ingenue
F                  E
This, no ballad of innocence;
Am                  F
This, the rhyme of a lady who