Dm
To your grave, I spoke
F
Holding a red, red rose
Gm
Gust of freezing cold air
C
Whispers to me, that you are gone
D5
Always, always asking questions
Bb5 C5
Why my life is overrated but I
D5
Never, never expected that I'd
Bb5 C
Underestimated my love for you
Dm Bb
To your grave, I spoke
C
Holding a red, red rose
Dm
Gust of freezing cold air
Bb C Dm
Whispers to me, you're gone
D5
Always, always just out of reach from my
Bb5 C5
Over frusterated, shameful hands
D5
And I never, never expected that I
Bb5 C
Would ever, no never take for granted our precious time
Dm Bb
To your grave, I spoke
C
Holding a red, red rose
Dm
Gust of freezing cold air
Bb C
Whispers to me you're gone
Dm Bb C
Spent a lifetime of holding on just to let go
Dm Bb C
I guess I'll spend another lifetime
Dm
Searching for a new hope
( Dm ) dedilhado
Dm Bb
To your grave, I spoke
C
Holding a red, red rose
Dm
Gust of freezing cold air
Bb C
Whispers to me you're gone
Dm Bb C
Spent a lifetime of holding on just to let go
Dm Bb C
I guess I'll spend another lifetime
Dm Bb C
Searching for a new hope
Dm Bb C
A new hope
Dm Bb C
A new hope
Dm
A new hope