Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E) Intro: Bbm Fm F# Fm Verse 1: Bbm Fm Well time, she did as time, she does F# Fm She passed along her way Bbm Fm And dawn she crept like a frightened girl F# Fm Out from the night time’s sway Bbm Fm But in the merry month of May F# Fm A solemn fast does lurk Bbm Fm For spring, it sprang as spring, it does Fm7 G# Bbm And put the bees to work
Fm F# Fm Bbm Verse 2: Bbm And work they must Fm And work they shall F# Fm For all the things to grow Bbm Fm For if they don’t, as time, she knows F# Fm They’d wither on the bough Bbm Fm And what a shame such things would be F# Fm No wondrous wine for you and me Bbm Fm No cider too, nor mead nor soup Fm7 G# Bbm For us to all make merry Fm F# Fm Bbm Verse 3: Bbm Fm So rot, ferment and decompose F# Fm So all the things can grow Bbm Fm Or wallow in a drinkless world F# Fm And wither on the bough Bridge: Bbm Oh, what a dusty burden Fm That nectar and that pollen Bbm Like Atlas with the heavens Cm On the back of his head Bbm And what if they should falter Fm And shrug their little shoulders? Fm7 G# Bbm Well, time, she’d pass all the same Bbm Fm F# Fm
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