| Bm | Em | A |
| D | F#m | |
| I re | call how we | lived |
| Am | Am7 | |
| On the | corner of a | bed |
| C | G | |
| And we'd | speak of a Swedish room |
| Eb | |
| Of hessian and | wood |
| D | F#m | |
| And we'd | talk with our | eyes |
| Am | Am7 | |
| Of the | sweetness in our | lives |
| C | G | |
| And to | morrows of rich surprise |
| Eb | F | A | |
| Some things we could | do |
| C | |
| In our madness we burnt one hundred days |
| Time takes time to pass |
| Eb | |
| And I still hold some ashes | to me |
| F | |
| An o | ccasional dream |
| Bridge: A7 A7sus4 A7 A7sus4 |
| Bm | Em | A |
| D | F#m | |
| And we'd | sleep, oh so | close |
| Am | Am7 | |
| But not | really close our | eyes |
| C | G | |
| 'Tween the | sheets of summer bathed in blue |
| Eb | |
| Gently weeping | nights |
| D | F#m | |
| It was | long, | long ago |
| Am | Am7 | |
| And I | still can't touch your | name |
| C | G | |
| For the | days of fate were strong for you |
| Eb | F | A | |
| Danced you far from | me |
| C | |
| In my madness I see your face in mine |
| I keep a photograph, it burns my wall with time |
| Eb | F | |
| Time an o | ccasional dream |
| Eb | F | |
| Of | mine an o | ccasional dream |
| Ab | Bb | A | Dm | C | G | Bb | A7 | |
| Of | mine an oc | casional | dream of | mine |
| If anyone can work out the full intro, leave a comment. HY. |