Can She Excuse My Wrongs by Sting
Key: DmDm | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


Dm          F                  C   Dm    A
Can she excuse my wrongs with Virtue's cloak?
Am    Dm  Gm  C    F    Bb    Gm   Asus A   D
Shall I call her good, when she proves unkind?
Dm          F                  C   Dm    A
Are those clear fires which vanish into smoke?
Am    Dm  Gm  C    F       Bb    Gm   Asus A   D
Must I praise the leaves, where no fruit I find?
Dm         F                C    Dm    A
No, no: where shadows do for bodies stand
Am    Dm  Gm  C    F   Bb    Gm   Asus A   D
Thou may'st be abus'd, if thy sight be dim.
Dm          F                  C   Dm    A
Cold love is like to words written on sand
Am    Dm  Gm  C   F  Bb    Gm   Asus A   D
Or to bubbles which, on the water swim.
F
Wilt thou be thus abused still
G
Seeing that she will right thee never?
A
If thou canst not o'ercome her will
D                             G D 
Thy love will be thus fruitless ever.
Dm          F            C   Dm    A
Was I so base, that I might not aspire
Am    Dm  Gm  C    F    Bb    Gm   Asus A   D
Unto those high joys, which she holds from me?
Dm          F             C   Dm    A
As they are high, so high is my desire:
Am  Dm  Gm  C  F   Bb    Gm   Asus A   D
If she this deny, what can granted be?
Dm          F                C   Dm    A
If she will yield to that which Reason is,
Am    Dm  Gm   C  F   Bb    Gm   Asus A   D
It is Reason's will, that Love should be just,
Dm          F                  C   Dm    A
Dear, make me happy still by granting this,
Am  Dm  Gm  C  F    Bb    Gm   Asus A   D
Or cut off delays, if that I die must.
F
Better a thousand times to die,
G
Than for to live thus still tormented:
A
Dear, but remember it was I
D                             G D 
Who for thy sake did die contented.
F
Better a thousand times to die,
G
Than for to live thus still tormented:
A
Dear, but remember it was I
D                             G D 
Who for thy sake did die contented...