Winter Winds

As the winter (D)winds litter (Em)London with lonely (C)hearts,

oh, the (G)warmth in your (D)eyes swept me (Em)into your (C)arms.

Was it (G)love, or fear of the (D)cold that (Em)lead us through the (C)night?

For (G)ev'ry (D)kiss your (Em)beauty trumped (C)my doubt.

And my head told (G)my heart:

(C)"Let (G)love (D)grow."

But (C)my heart told (G)my head:

(C)"This (G)time, (D)no, this time (G)no."

(G)We'll be washed and (D)buried one (Em)day,

my (C)girl.

And the (G)time we were (D)given will be (Em)left for the (C)world.

The (G)flesh that lived and (D)loved will be (Em)eaten by (C)plague.

So (G)let the (D)memories be (Em)good for those who (C)stay.

Hey!

And my (C)head told (G)my heart:

(C)"Let (G)love (D)grow."

But my (C)heart told (G)my head:

(C)"This (G)time, (D)no," yes, my (C)heart told (G)my head:

(C)"This (G)time, (D)no, this time (G)no."

(G)Oh, the shame that sent me (D)off from the (Em)God that I once (C)loved was the (G)same that sent me (D)into your (C)arms.

Oh, and (G)pestilence is (D)won when you are (Em)lost and I am (C)gone.

And no (G)hope, no (D)hope will (C)overcome.

But (G)if your (D)strife strikes (Em)at

your (C)sleep, (G)remember (D)spring swaps (Em)snow

for (C)leaves.

(G)You'll be (D)happy and (Em)wholesome (C)again,

when the (G)city (D)clears and (Em)sun

(C)descends.

Hey!

(D)And my (C)head told (G)my heart:

(C)"Let (G)love (D)grow."

But my (C)heart told (G)my head:

(C)"This (G)time, (D)no."

And my (C)head told (G)my heart:

(C)"Let (G)love (D)grow."

But my (C)heart told (G)my head:

(C)"This (G)time, (D)no;

this time, (C)no."

Oh.