Tom: D
Introdução:
D D4 D
Verse 0ne.
D D4 D D2
That was the summer that followed the spring,
D D4 D D2
Sad anniversary of a thousand old things,
D G Em
I was letting them go.
The words of Colette amd a strange new perfume,
A Bm E
We're blinded to the beauty in our own lives,
G A
But I was taking all that I could get,
Bm E
For five or six hours in the month of July,
A4 D
......The summer I read Colette.
(Repeat intro, then into verse two)
GA B C# D
And I found Paris one hundred years late,
A G
Colette is sleeping in Pere Lachaise,
A
My ear to the stone,
G F# E
I could hear her saying 'Nous nous reveillons'
Em....then back to intro....Instrumental...