| C | Am7 | |
| Oh m | other, I can feel the soil falling over my head |
| F | G | C | |
| and | as I c | limb into an empty bed |
| Am7 | |
| oh well, e | nough said |
| F | G | F | G | |
| I | know it's o | ver still I cli | ng |
| Em | G | F | G | |
| I d | on't know where else I can | go, mother |
| (SAME AS ABOVE) |
| Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head |
| see, the sea wants to take me |
| the knife wants to slit me |
| do you think you can help me? |
| Sad veiled bride, please be happy |
| handsome groom, give her room |
| loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly |
| although she needs you more than she loves you |
| And I know it's over |
| still I cling |
| I don't know where else I can go |
| it's over, it's over, it's over |
| I know it's over |
| F | |
| and it never r | eally began |
| B | F | G | Am | |
| but in my heart | it was s | o real |
| F | G | F | G | |
| and you e | ven spoke to me and said: |
| "If you're so funny |
| then why are you on your own tonight? |
| and if you're so clever |
| then why are you on your own tonight? |
| if you're so very entertaining |
| then why are you on your own tonight? |
| if you're so very good looking |
| why do you sleep alone tonight? |
| C | |
| I know because to | night is just like any other night |
| Am7 | F | G | |
| that's why you're on your o | wn tonight |
| C | |
| with your tri | umphs and your charms |
| Am7 | |
| while th | ey are in each other's arms" |
| F | G | F | |
| It's so ea | sy to lau | gh |
| G | |
| it's so easy to ha | te |
| F | G | Fmaj9 | G | |
| it takes stre | ngth to be gentle and k | ind |
| it's over, over, over |
| It's so easy to laugh |
| it's so easy to hate |
| it takes guts to be gentle and kind |
| it's over, over, over |
| Love is natural and real |
| but not for you, my love |
| not tonight my love |
| F | G | C | F | |
| lo | ve is n | atural and r | eal |
| G | F | G | Em | |
| but n | ot for such as | you and I, my | love |
| Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head |
| Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head |
| Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head |
| Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head |
| Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head |
| I SAW THIS REQUESTED A WHILE AGO. |
| SO THIS IS PRETTY ROUGH BUT SHOULD BE ACCURATE. BASICALLY IT'S THE VERSE |
| PATTERN AND CHORUS PATTERN OVER AND OVER. THE Am7 HERE IS X02213. |
| GENE |
| et-lee@ux4.cso.uiuc.edu |