Dm
To your grave, I spoke
         F
Holding a red, red rose
          Gm
Gust of freezing cold air
                 C
Whispers to me, that you are gone

D5
Always, always asking questions
Bb5                      C5
Why my life is overrated but I
D5
Never, never expected that I'd
Bb5                    C
Underestimated my love for you

         Dm       Bb
To your grave, I spoke
           C
Holding a red, red rose
         Dm
Gust of freezing cold air
Bb            C          Dm
Whispers to me, you're gone

D5
Always, always just out of reach from my
Bb5               C5
Over frusterated, shameful hands
D5
And I never, never expected that I
Bb5                                                C
Would ever, no never take for granted our precious time

       Dm          Bb
To your grave, I spoke
          C
Holding a red, red rose
         Dm
Gust of freezing cold air
Bb             C
Whispers to me you're gone
          Dm                 Bb             C
Spent a lifetime of holding on just to let go
Dm             Bb             C
I guess I'll spend another lifetime
                       Dm
Searching for a new hope

( Dm ) dedilhado 

         Dm        Bb
To your grave, I spoke
          C
Holding a red, red rose
         Dm
Gust of freezing cold air
 Bb             C
Whispers to me you're gone
           Dm               Bb              C
Spent a lifetime of holding on just to let go
Dm             Bb           C
I guess I'll spend another lifetime
                     Dm    Bb    C
Searching for a new hope
       Dm  Bb  C
A new hope
       Dm  Bb  C
A new hope
       Dm
A new hope