Eva Cassidy - My love is like a red red rose

My ^Glove is like a ^Emred, red rose C D [D7] That's newly sprung in June; My ^Glove is like a ^Emmelody C D [D7] G So sweetly play'd in tune

^GAs fair art thou, my ^Cbonnie ^Glad, C D [D7] So deep in love am I; And ^GI will ^Bmlove thee ^Cstill, my ^Gdear, Though ^Call the ^Dseas gone ^Gdry.

Though ^Gall the seas gone ^Emdry, my dear, C D [D7] And the rocks melt with the sun; ^GI will love thee ^Emstill my dear, C D [D7] G Though the sands o' life shall run.

^GSo fare-thee-weel, my ^Conly ^Glove! C D [D7] And fare-thee-weel awhile! And ^GI will ^Bmcome to ^Cyou a^Ggain, Though it ^Cwere ten ^Dthousand ^Gmiles!

Though it ^Gwere ten thousand ^Emmiles, my dear C D [D7] Though it were ten thousand miles. ^GI will come to ^Emyou again. C D [D7] G Though it were ten thousand miles