G In the autumn of my Am madness
when my F hair is turning C grey
Em for the B7 milk has finally G6 curdled
and I’ve B7 nothing Am left to B say

C When D all my thoughts are G spoken
Save my F last de-G parting C birds
G bring Eb all my friends un-Em to me
and I’ll F strangle them with B words F#

Instr Eb C#dim G# F# F Ebdim Bb G#

G In the autumn of my Am madness
Which in F coming won’t be C long
Em for the B7 nights are now much G6 darker
and the B7 daylight’s Am not so B strong

C And the D things which I be-G lieved in
are no F longer G quite e-C nough
G for the Eb knowing is much Em harder
and the F going’s getting B rough F#

Instr Eb C#dim G# F# – F Ebdim Bb G# – G Ddim C Bb
             A C#dim D C – B Ebdim E D – C# Ddim F# E
             Eb C#dim G# F# (rep.)