Na^D/Atasha was standi^Bmng In the midd^D/Ale of the drawing^Bm room With a ^D/Apale yet ^Bmsteady face^Gmaj7 When I appea^D/Ared in the doorwa^Bmy She grew ^D/Aflustered and I hurried to ^Bmher I t^D/Ahought that she would g^Bmive me her h^D/Aand ^Bm But instead she ^Gstopped Breathing ^F#7heavily Her ^Gthin arms hanging ^F#7lifelessly ^D/AJust in the very pos^Bme She used to ^D/Astand in as a young g^Bmirl When she ^D/Awent to the middle of the ^Bmballroom to sing^{D/A Bm} But the ^D/Alook on her face ^Bmwas q^D/Auite different^Bm

^G/BPeter Kiri^F#/A#lovich [Pierre] Pi^Bmerre ^{D7/C D/A}

Prince Bol^D/Akonsky was your ^Bmfriend ^D/A He is your friend^Bm He once ^D/Atold me that I^Bm should turn to ^D/Ayou ^Bm

Pierre ^D/Asniffed as he looked at^Bm her ^D/A But he didn’t speak^Bm ’Til ^D/Athen he had repro^Bmached her ^D/ATried to despis^Bme her But ^Gnow he felt such pity for ^F#7her There was ^Bmno room in his ^D/Asoul for reproach^{G D/A}

He is here ^Bmnow ^{D/A Bm}Tell him to- ^{D/A Bm} Tell him to for^D/Agive me ^Bm

Yes, I will^D/A tell him to forgive yo^Bmu But he^D/A gave me your lett^Bmers

No, I ^Gknow that all is ^F#7over I ^Bmknow that it ^D/Anever can ^Gbe But ^Bmstill I’m tormented by the ^F#/A#wrongs I’ve done him ^BmTell him that I beg him to f^D/Aorgive, forgive For^A#+give me for everything

Yes I will ^D/Atell him, tell him ev^Bmerything ^D/A But^Bm— ^D/A But I should ^Bmlike to know one t^D/Ahing ^{Bm G}Did you ^F#7love— Did you love that bad ^Bmman?

^D/ADon’t call him ^Gmaj7bad ^{D/A Bm} But I don’t ^D/Aknow ^{Bm D/A Bm} I don’t know at ^D/Aall ^Bm

^DShe beg^Bman to ^D/Acry ^Bm And a ^D/Agreater sense of ^Bmpity, ^D/Atenderness, and ^Bmlove ^D/AOverflowed Pi^Bmerre’s hear^D/At ^Bm He felt the ^D/Atears begin to trick^Bmle ^D/AUnderneath his spectac^Bmles And he ^D/Ahoped that ^Bmno one would ^D/Asee ^{Bm G} We won’t speak of it any^F#7more We won’t ^Bmspeak of ^D/Ait, my ^Gdear But ^D/Aone thing I beg of you^Bm Con^D/Asider me your frien^Bmd And if you^D/A ever need help^Bm Or simply to ^D/Aopen your heart to s^Bmomeone Not ^D/Anow, but when your ^Bmmind is cle^D/Aar ^Bm Think of ^Gme ^F#7 Pierre grew con^Bmfused ^D7/C

Don’t ^D/Aspeak to me like that^{Bm D/A} I am not wo^Bmrth it

^Gm6Stop, stop, ^F#7/A#stop! ^BmYou have your ^D/Awhole life be^Gfore you

^F#7Before me? No, all is over for ^Bmme ^D/A [Pierre] All ^Gover? ^Gm6

N.C.

If I were not myself

N.C.

But the brightest, handsomest

N.C.

Best man on earth

N.C.

And if I were free

N.C.

I would get down on my knees this minute

N.C.

And ask you for your hand

N.C.

And for your love

And for the ^D/Afirst time in ^Bmmany days I weep ^D/Atears of g^Bmratitude ^D/ATears of ^Bmtenderness ^D/A Tea^Bmrs of^D/A thanks ^Bm And ^Gglancing at Pi^D/F#erre ^EmOh Pi^Derre ^A7/E I leave the room ^Dsmiling ^{Bm D/A Bm D/A Bm D/A Bm}

And res^D/Atraining tears of ^Bmtenderness Tears of^D/A joy which ^Bmchoke me ^D/A I throw my fur coat on my^Bm shoulders ^{D/A Bm}Unable to find the ^D/Asleeves ^Bm

Out^Gside, my great broad ^F#chest^{F#7 Bm}Breathes in ^Bm/Adeep the ^Gair with joy Des^Empite the ten degrees of ^A7/Efrost And I ^A7get into my ^Dsleigh