Cliquot

  Bm                               
A plague in the workhouse, a plague
                       Em
 on the poor now, I'll beat on my 
drum till I'm dead
Bm                            
Yesterday a fever, tomorrow St. 
              Em
Peter, I'll beat on my drum until 
then


[Chorus]
         Bm                        
What melody will lead my lover from
     Em
 his bed?
         Bm                        
What melody will see him in my arms
  Em
 again?


[Verse]
Continues after the ad
    Bm                             
Set fire to foundation and burn out
                     Em
 the station, you'll never get 
nothing of mine
    Bm                             
The pane of my window will flicker 
              Em
and billow, I won't leave a 
stitching behind


[Chorus]
         Bm                        
What melody will lead my lover from
     Em
 his bed?
         Bm                        
What melody will see him in my arms
  Em
 again?


[Interlude]
Bm Em x2


[Bridge]
D    A           Em             
I'll sing of the walls of the 
well and the house at the top of the
D
 hill
     A           Em            
I'll sing of the bottles of wine 
                                D
that we left on our old windowsill
     A           Em
I'll sing of the years you will 
spend getting sadder and older
   D             A                
Oh love, and the cold, the 
  Em
oncoming cold