Lucy

G           Em
Last night I lay trembling
G          Em
the moon it was low
G           Em
it was the end of love
  Am      D
of misery and woe
G          Em
then suddenly above me
G            Em
her face burned in light
G           Em
came a vision of beauty
   Am      Em
all covered in white
     G         D
now the bell tower is ringing
      G         D
and the night has stole past
 Em        C
О Lucy, can you hear me?
Am       D
wherever you rest.