C
F
G7
When these arms of mine grow tired of holding you
C
F
G7
And my mind forgets the joy between us two
C
When the angels come
F
G7
C
And when they drop the black veil over me
F
G7
C
I’ll be more than happy to set you free
F
G7
When these lips of mine grow cold from kissing you
C
F
G7
And I lose the thrill of loving like we do
C
F
When these eyes of mine go blind
G7
C
And your face I cannot see
F
G7
C
I’ll be more than happy to set you free
F
G7
When my ears are deft and I can hear no more
C
F
G7
All the sweet things you have whispered back before
C
F
And when I am dead and they close the lid on me
G7
C
And when they bury me
F
G7
C
I’ll be more than happy to set you free
F
G7
C
I’ll be more than happy to set you free
C
F
G7
