Goodbye England (covered In Snow) taby ukulele według Laura Marling (Chwyty barytonu)

Intro: D,F#m,G,B

         D
You were so smart then
        F#m  
In your jacket and coat
         G               D
My softest red scarf was warming your throat
         D
Winter was on us
        F#m
On the end of my nose
         G                               D
And I never love England more that when covered in snow
         D                                        F#m
But a friend of mine said it's good to hear that you believe in love
         F#m                         D
Even if it's set in fear, well I'll hold you there  brother and
         F#m          G                       D
Set you straight I only believe true love is frail and willing to break

# chords for verse two same as verse one

I will come back here
Bring me back when I'm old
I want to lay hear, forever in the cold

I might be cold but
I'm just skin and bone
And I'll never love England more than when covered in snow

         D                        F#m
I wrote my name in your book, only god knows why
         F#m
And I bet you that he cracked a smile
         D
And I'm clearing all the crap out of my room
          F#m
Trying desperately to figure out what it is that makes me blue
         D                               G                       D
And I wrote an epic letter to you, it's 22 pages long but it's too good to be used
        F#m
I try to be a girl who likes to be used
         D
Well I'm too good for that
        F#m                               D
There's a mind under this hat, so I called them all and told 'em I got to move
         D           F#m
I'm out of love, it's too hard
        Bm            A
I'm on my own, it's too hard
  D  F#m  Bm   A    D   F#m   Bm  A       D
Fell like running, feel like running, running off

# chord pattern repeats through next verse

We will keep you, we will keep you, little one
Safe from harm, like an extra arm you are one of us

# verse one repats, but the lyrics of last line change:

Winter was on us, at the end of my nose
So goodbye old England 'till next year's snow