Bm                                                      Em
A plague in the workhouse, a plague on the poor now, I'll beat on my drum till I'm dead
Bm                                          Em
Yesterday a fever, tomorrow St. Peter, I'll beat on my drum until then


[Chorus]
         Bm                             Em
What melody will lead my lover from his bed?
         Bm                          Em
What melody will see him in my arms again?


[Verse]
    Bm                                                  Em
Set fire to foundation and burn out the station, you'll never get nothing of mine
    Bm                                           Em
The pane of my window will flicker and billow, I won't leave a stitching behind


[Chorus]
         Bm                             Em
What melody will lead my lover from his bed?
         Bm                          Em
What melody will see him in my arms again?


[Interlude]
Bm Em x2


[Bridge]
D    A           Em                                                D
I'll sing of the walls of the well and the house at the top of the hill
     A           Em                                            D
I'll sing of the bottles of wine that we left on our old windowsill
     A           Em
I'll sing of the years you will spend getting sadder and older
   D             A                  Em
Oh love, and the cold, the oncoming cold