Lucy

G                Em 
Last night I lay trembling 
G               Em 
the moon it was low 
G                 Em 
it was the end of love 
   Am         D 
of misery and woe 
G               Em 
then suddenly above me 
G                  Em 
her face burned in light 
G                Em 
came a vision of beauty 
    Am         Em 
all covered in white 
        G             D 
now the bell tower is ringing 
         G              D 
and the night has stole past 
  Em            C 
O Lucy, can you hear me? 
Am           D 
wherever you rest.