C             D           G   
The rainfall in Morecambe embitters me,
     C       D          G      
It soaks my hair and stings my cheeks,
          C       D          G  
But you know that I am fond of you,
     C                   D  
And all the things we're yet to do. 


C          D             G   
Procrastination, pay no heed of time,
C          D        G   
Pursue romance and beak and wine,
     C               D          G  
But you know that they're all fond of you,
     C                  D
And all the things you claim you'll do. 



 C           Em            G
You will meet her by the statue,
                 C   Em                G
And you'll tell her what she wants to hear,
                           C     Em              G
Dont you know that young hearts bruise so easily,
                C  Em             G
And you sound like Billy Liar, My Dear.


C       D             G
Local girl put your heart in his hands,
          C    D     G
Should it fall apart understand,
C         D         G
You know that I am fond of you,
     C                   D
And all the things we will never do. 


C      D
Her heart
Her heart
Her heart