Em                       D
Girls, be good to these spirits
Em           D
Of music and poetry
     Em               D
And lift the lyre so clear and sweet
Em             C    D
They meet with you

[Verse 2]

    Em             D
And as for me this body
         Em         D
Which is now so arthritic
  Em
I cannot play
    D           Em        C         D
Can hardly even hold the instrument

[Chorus]

    Em      G          D
And oh, the soul grows heavy
         Em    C    D
With the body
    Em      G          D
And oh, the soul grows heavy
            Em    C    D
Without the body

[Verse 3]

Em          D
Some gloomy poems
     Em                   D
Came from these thoughts
    Em                 D
And useless we are all born
        Em    C       D
To lose life like we lose our youth

[Chorus]

    Em      G          D
And oh, the soul grows heavy
         Em    C    D
With the body
    Em      G          D
And oh, the soul grows heavy
            Em    C    D
Without the body

[Instrumental]

Am Em C D
Am Em C D
G  D  Em C
G  D  Em C

[At this point the song does something odd. The last C stretches out for an extra two beats then goes to D for
two beats then back into the chorus chords as if nothing happened. I believe it's to illustrate the singer's
succumbing to the Weight of Years, but don't advise including it until you're confident.]

Em G D Em C D [Chorus chords]

[Verse 4]

         Em                D
And so I stepped in quite clearly
         Em          C    D
From my hiding place
   Em                D
To then suspect that she would grow old and gray
Em     C            D
And he despaired in his mortal way and said

[Chorus]

    Em      G          D
And oh, the soul grows heavy
         Em    C    D
With the body
    Em      G          D
And oh, the soul grows heavy
            Em    C    D
Without the body
    Em      G          D
And oh, the soul grows heavy
         Em    C    D
With the body
    Em      G          D
And oh, the soul grows heavy
            Em    C    D
Without the body