{title: Lady d'Arbanville}
{subtitle: Cat Stevens}

My Lady d'Arb[em]anville, [D]why do you sleep so still?
[em]I'll wake you tomorrow[D]
and you will be my [hm]fill, yes, you will be my [em]fill.

My Lady d'Arbanville, [D]why does it grieve me so? 
[em]But your heart seems so silent[D].
Why do you breathe so [hm]low, why do you breathe so [em]low?

My Lady d'Arbanville, [D]why do you sleep so still?
[em]I'll wake you tomorrow[D]
and you will be my [hm]fill, yes, you will be my [em]fill.

My Lady D'Arbanville, [D]you look so cold tonight.
[em]Your lips feel like winter[D], 
your skin has turned to [hm]white, your skin has turned to [em]white.

My Lady d'Arbanville, [D]why do you sleep so still?
[em]I'll wake you tomorrow[D]
and you will be my [hm]fill, yes, you will be my [em]fill.

My Lady d'Arbanville, [D]why does it grieve me so? 
[em]But your heart seems so silent[D].
Why do you breathe so [hm]low, why do you breathe so [em]low?

I love you my lady, [D]though in your grave you lie. 
[em]I'll always be with you[D].
This rose will never [hm]die, this rose will never [em]die.