G I'd like to think about her and the way she used to love meD C G But I just can't live without her, 'cause her arms are not around meD C Am And the season's getting later and my body's getting colderD C G And the vespers ring and I'm all alone, without my love beside meG She'd call me in the evening, ask me to come overD C G She'd be standing by the window, with her hair down around her shoulderD C Am We'd talk a while and then she'd smile, then she'd lock the doorD Am G And she would sit beside me and we would talk no moreD C G D The bells would ring at six o'clock and she'd be in my armsC Bm Am G D G Her head upon my shoulder, gently restingD C G D G G7 And then she'd wake and look at me, not knowing I'd been watchingC D G Kiss me softly, then drift off to sleepG She'd call me in the evening and ask me to come overD C G She'd be standing by the window, with her hair down around her shoulderD C Am We'd talk a while and then she'd smile, then she'd lock the doorD Am G And she would sit beside me and we would talk no more
Vespers
Jim Croce
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