Am
Monday the twenty-sixth of March
Bb                                                        Dm                      F
The patient's passing seizures are becoming more pronounced by the day
Am
The underlying cause
Bb                            Dm           F
Seems to be some slow progressive decay
Am
If I don't find a cure
Bb                                Dm       F
I fear my patient must surely fade away
C                 C#m
But I swear I'll apply my science
C                  C#m
To the cause, brooking no defiance
C                   C#m
I'll deliver her from this malady
D                    Ab
She'll dance again
Eb                           Em
And I'll never forget when we first were courting
Eb                           Em
And she faced me, and her eyes were gleaming
Eb                       Em
In the moonlight, and she spoke so sweetly

(Refrão)

F                   Am
Don't let me go, my darling
F                    Am
Hold me safely 'til the morning
F                   Am
Promise, when the lights are fading
F                    Am
You'll save me.

(Doctor)
Tuesday the seventeenth of May
A worrying symptom has reared its head this week
She's been bedbound for a month
And now the patient is no longer able to speak
She tries to utter sounds
But the grip of the illness is strong and the patient is weak
On the bed, in a cold sweat
Like a corpse, but she'll live yet
When I find the cure, I can surely promise
She'll laugh again
As she did on our wedding day
When we danced, and laughed the world away
Even now I can hear her say

Don't let me go...