Postcards From Italy Chords

  			Intro: F :F : A :A 

     F 
The times we had 
              A 
Oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow  
     F 
Were not all bad  
            A 
We put our feet just where they had  
       F 
Had to go 
         A 
Never to go  

The shattered soul  
Following close but nearly twice as slow  
Were my good times  
There were always golden rocks to throw  
At those who  
Those who admit defeat too late  
Those were our times  
Those were our times  

    Bb    F                     Dm  
And I will love to see that day 
      C 
That day is mine 
     Bb         F 
When she will marry me 
   Dm             C 
Outside with the willow trees 

And playing songs in May 
What made me so 
And I would love to see that day 
The day was mine