Postcards From Italy - Beirut

Intro: F |F | A |A

     F
The times we had
              A
Oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow 
     F
Were not all bad 
            A
We put our feet just where they had 
       F
Had to go
         A
Never to go 

     F

The shattered soul 
           A

Following close but nearly twice as slow 
     F

Were my good times 
                  A

There were always golden rocks to throw 
          F

At those who 

A     

Those who admit defeat too late 
       F

Those were our times 
       A

Those were our times 

    Bb    F                     Dm 
And I will love to see that day
      C
That day is mine
     Bb         F
When she will marry me
   Dm             C
Outside with the willow trees

Bb    F              Dm And playing songs in May
      C

What made me so
    Bb      F

And I would love to see that day
     C

The day was mine