Gm

[Verse 1]
Gm           F         Cm     Gm
I was on the back of a nightingale
Cm     Gm     F
Living like a king
Cm               Bb               F
Listening to the songs that you'd sing.

Gm

[Verse 2]
Gm              F               Cm              Gm
Home fires were burning and the smoke stung our eyes
Cm      Gm         F
We were blind from birth
Cm    Bb   F
Until that night.


Cm    Bb   F
Gm

[Verse 3]

Gm   F     Bb
Love grows old
           Cm           Gm    F
And we die younger each time.
 Eb
Heaven loves a martyr
    Cm        Bb         F
And how am I supposed to run
     Cm      Bb          F
With my legs sunk in the mud?
  Cm   Bb          F
I wish I had grown up
Cm     Bb       F
       a little longer
      Cm    Bb    F
And if we'd flown south
     Cm      Bb               F
we'd have a home at least for now;
Cm   Bb    F
Love grows old
    Cm      Bb   F    Gm
And I lived like a king