GD
Did the wine make her dream
GD
Of the far distant spring
GD
Or a bed full of hens
GD
Or the ghost of a friend
GD
All the while that she wept
GD
She had a gun by her bed
GD
And a letter he wrote
GD
From a dry, foundered boat
CD
And the train track will take
GC
All the wounded ones home
CD
And I'll be alone
GD
Fare thee well Sara Jones
GD
Now we lie on the floor
GD
While the radio war
GD
Finds its way through the air
GD
Of the dead market square
GD
And the beast never seen
GD
Licks it's red talons clean
GD
Sara curses the cold
GDG
"No more snow, no more snow, no more snow"
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.