C
My love she speaks like silence,
G
F
C
Without ideals or violence,
G
F
C
She doesn’t have to say she’s faithful,
Dm
F
G
Yet she’s true, like ice, like fire.
C
People carry roses,
G
F
C
And make promises by the hours,
G
F
C
My love she laughs like the flowers,
Dm
G
C
Valentines can’t buy her.
C
In the dime stores and bus stations,
G
F
C
People talk of situations,
G
F
C
Read books, repeat quotations,
Dm
F
G
Draw conclusions on the wall.
C
Some speak of the future,
G
F
C
My love she speaks softly,
G
F
C
She knows there’s no success like failure
Dm
G
C
And that failure’s no success at all.
C
The cloak and dagger dangles,
G
F
C
Madams light the candles.
G
F
C
In ceremonies of the horsemen,
Dm
F
G
Even the pawn must hold a grudge.
C
Statues made of match sticks,
G
F
C
Crumble into one another,
G
F
C
My love winks, she does not bother,
Dm
G
C
She knows too much to argue or to judge.
C
The bridge at midnight trembles,
G
F
C
The country doctor rambles,
G
F
C
Bankers’ nieces seek perfection,
Dm
F
G
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring.
C
The wind howls like a hammer,
G
F
C
The night blows cold and rainy,
G
F
C
My love she’s like some raven
Dm
G
C
At my window with a broken wing.
G
Dm
F
C
