Cemetry Gates

[C]   [D]
[C]   [D]
[C]   [D]
[C]   [D]   [G]

[G]A dreaded sunny day
So I meet you at the cemetery ga[C]tes
Keats and Ye[D]ats are on y[Em]our side [D]     [C]
[G]A dreaded sunny day
So I meet you at the cemetery ga[C]tes
Keats and Ye[D]ats are on y[Em]our side [D]     [C]
While Wi[D]lde is on m[G]ine

[G]So we go inside and we gravely read the st[C]ones
All those people all those li[D]ves
Where are they[Em] no[D]w?[C]
With lo[G]ves, with hates
And passions just like m[C]ine

They were born
And then they li[D]ved
And then they[Em] di[D]ed[C]

Which seems so unfair
[D]And I want to c[G]ry

You say: "ere t[Bm]hrice the sun hath door
Salutation to the d[G]awn"
And you c[Bm]laim these words as your o[G]wn
But I[C]'m well read, have h[D]eard them said
A hundred t[Em]imes (maybe less, maybe m[C]ore)

If you m[G]ust write prose and poems
The words you use should be your o[C]wn
Don't plagiarise or t[D]ake "on[Em] lo[D]an[C]"
There's always som[G]eone, somwhere
With a big nose, who kn[C]ows
And who trips you up and la[D]ughs
When you[Em] fa[D]ll[C]
Who'll trip you up and la[D]ugh
When you f[G]all

You say: "ere l[Bm]ong done do does d[G]id"
W[Bm]ords which could only be your o[G]wn
You t[C]hen produce the text
From wh[D]ence was ripped
(some dizzy w[Em]hore, 1[C]804)

A dreaded su[G]nny day

So let's go where we're happy
And I meet you at the cemetery g[C]ates
Keats and Ye[D]ats are on y[Em]our side [D]     [C]
A dreaded su[G]nny day

So let's go where we're wanted
And I meet you at the cemetery ga[C]tes
Keats and Ye[D]ats are on y[Em]our side [D]- bu[C]t you lose
While Wi[D]lde is on m[G]ine

(Then it ends the same as intro)