D  G  D  G

D
I was twenty-two
F#m
Spring was on its way,
G
Every sky was blue
A
And every months was May.

D
Calais in the sun,
F#m
wine and comfiture.
G
All the world to see
    A
but all I saw was you.

     D
You served me cups of tea
     F#m
With scours from your papa
     G
Who stood where he could see,
   A
Behind the Bistro bar.

  D
I asked you for your name,
     F#m
You laughed and said: Marie.
      G
Could I see you again?
     A
You smiled and said: Mais oui.

G                                 D
Every Sunday I took the ferry to you.
G
Every Sunday papa not knowing,
      C             G
Just eighteen miles each way,
                 D
From Dover to Calais.

D  G  D  G

     D
The more we fell in love.
     F#m
The bolder we became.
  G
I asked you for your hand.
     A
You said: Oh oui, je t'aime.

    D
Now after all these years,
  F#m
Papa has passed away.
    G
Oh how he loved us both.
              A
He wrote to know to me to say.

G                                         D
Every Sunday I watched you meet her right here.
G
Every Sunday I knew you loved her,
         C              G
For it's eighteen miles each way,
                  D
From Dover to Calais.

A                                  E
Every Sunday trough any weather to you.
A
Every Sunday papa was waiting
         D              A
And it's eighteen miles each way,
      A          E
From Dover to Calais,
      A          E
From Dover to Calais,
      A          E
From Dover to Calais.