Remembering Marie A.
David Bowie
Ton : C
It was a dCay in that blue month septCember
Silent benFeath the plum trees' slender shCade
I held her tAmhere
My love so pale and sDmilent
As if she wGere a dream that must not fCade
Above us iFn the summer shinning hCeaven
There was a cAmloud my eyes dwelled long upDmon
It was quite wGhite and very high abDmove us
Then I looked uGp
And found that it had gCone
And since that dCay so many moons in sCilence
Have sFwum across the sky and gone belCow
The plum trees sAmurely have been chopped for fDmirewood
And if you aGsk how does that love seem nCow
I must admFit I really can't remCember
Though I kAmnow what you are trying to sDmay
But what that fGace was like I know no lDmonger
I only kGnow I kissed it on that dCay
As for the kCiss I long ago forgCot it
But for the cFloud that floated in the sCky
I know that sAmtill and shall forever kDmnow it
It was quite wGhite and moved in very hCigh
It may be tFhat the plum trees still are bClooming
That woman's seAmventh child may now be tDmhere
And yet that cGloud had only bloomed for mDmoments
When I lGooked up
It vanished on the aCir.