Leonard Cohen - Take this longing

^CMany men have loved the^G bells ^CYou fastened to the ^Grein ^EmAnd everyone who wanted ^Amyou ^EmThey found what they will ^Dalways ^Emwant ag^Dain ^F#mYour beauty lost to you yourself^Bm Just ^F#mas it was lost to ^Bmthem

Oh t^Gake this longing from my t^Dongue What^Gever useless things these hands have d^Done Le^Gt me see your beauty broken d^Down ^F#m Like you would ^Gdo for one you l^Dove

^CYour body like a ^Gsearchlight ^CMy poverty rev^Gealed ^EmI would like to try your c^Amharity ^EmUntil you cry, "Now ^Dyou must t^Emry my g^Dreed." ^F#mAnd everything depends u^Bmpon How n^F#mear you sleep to m^Bme

Oh t^Gake this longing from my t^Dongue What^Gever useless things these hands have d^Done Le^Gt me see your beauty broken d^Down ^F#m Like you would ^Gdo for one you l^Dove

^CHungry as an a^Grchway ^CThrough which the troops have p^Gassed ^EmI stand in ruins beh^Amind you With your winter clo^Emthes, your b^Droken s^Emandal s^Dtraps ^F#mI love to see you naked over ^Bmthere Especi^F#mally from the ^Bmback

Oh t^Gake this longing from my t^Dongue What^Gever useless things these hands have d^Done Le^Gt me see your beauty broken d^Down ^F#m Like you would ^Gdo for one you l^Dove

^CYou're faithful to the better ^Gman ^CI'm afraid that he ^Gleft ^EmSo let me judge your love af^Amfair In this very ^Emroom where I have ^Dsentenced ^Emmine to d^Death I^F#m'll even wear these old laurel l^Bmeaves That he's ^F#mshaken from his ^Bmhead

Oh t^Gake this longing from my t^Dongue What^Gever useless things these hands have d^Done Le^Gt me see your beauty broken d^Down ^F#m Like you would ^Gdo for one you l^Dove

Like you would ^Gdo for one you l^Dove