Says Elliot

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 C
I grow old I shall wear the bottom
       E                   G
Of my trousers rolled says Elliot
 C
I grow old I shall wear the bottom
       E                   G
Of my trousers rolled says Elliot
F   C             Dm                F
Days keep growing short, nights too
                C
Let us go then, you and I
             E          G
And try to unlearn, says Elliot
F   C        Dm               F            C
He seeks for return and burns ancient love letters
C
Let us go then you and I and lie
   E                G
By marble stone says Elliot
    F     C              Dm
And put a record on the gramophone
    Am
Lie down dear
D
On the weed
      G
Don't weep dear
E     D
Gayly clad
C                    E            G
Sadness is a radical quantity says Elliot
C                       E           G
Sadness is a long round ribbon, says he
F  C       Dm
Sadness is beautiful
 C
I grow old I shall wear the bottom
       E                   G
Of my trousers rolled says Elliot
C
I grow old I shall wear
   E                   G  C
My trousers rolled says Elliot