Postcards From Italy

[Intro] F F A A

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

[Interlude] F A - x5 - F Bbadd9 F Dm C Bbadd9 F Dm C

[Verse] Bbadd9 F Dm And I will love to see that day C That day is mine Bbadd9 F When she will marry me Dm C Outside with the willow trees Bbadd9 F Dm And playing songs in May C What made me so Bbadd9 F Dm And I would love to see that day C The day was mine

[Outro] Bbadd9 F Dm C Bbadd9 F Dm C (fade out)