Tuning: G C E A (G C E A) Verse 1: Am Em Well time, she did as time, she does F Em She passed along her way Am Em And dawn she crept like a frightened girl F Em Out from the night time’s sway Am Em But in the merry month of May Am Em A solemn fast does lurk Am Em For spring, it sprang as spring, it does Em7 G Am And put the bees to work
Em F Em Am Em Em7 G Bridge: Am And work they must Em And work they shall F Em For all the things to grow Am Em For if they don’t, as time, she knows F Em They’d wither on the bough Am Em And what a shame such things would be Am Em No wondrous wine for you and me Am Em No cider too, nor mead nor soup Em7 G Am For us to all make merry Em F Em Am Em Em7 Verse 2: Am Em So rot, ferment and decompose F Em So all the things can grow Am Em Or wallow in a drinkless world F Am And wither on the bough Am Oh, what a dusty burden Em That nectar and that pollen Am Like Atlas with the heavens Bm On the back of his head Am And what if they should falter Em And shrug their little shoulders? Em7 G Am Well, time, she’d pass all the same Em F Em Am Em Em7 G Am
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