Burzum — The Snows Of New York

And the [C]sun is [G]rising [D]slow,
We have [G]talked all [D]night, and I can't [Am]talk any[Em]more,
But I must [C]stay and [D]you must [G]go;

You have [G]always [D]been such a [Am]good friend to [Em]me,
Through the [C]thunder and [G]the [D]rain,
And when you're [G]feeling [D]lost in the [Am]snows of New [Em]York,
Lift your [C]heart and [D]think of [G]me;

There are [Em]those who fail, there are [B]those who fall,
There are [C]those who [G]will never [D]win,
Then there are [G]those who [D]fight for the [Am]things they [Em]believe,
And these are [C]men like [D]you and [G]me;

In my [G]dream we [D]walked, you and [Am]I to the [Em]shore
Leaving [C]footprints [G]by the [D]sea,
And when there [G]was just [D]one set of [Am]prints in the [Em]sand,
That was [C]when you [D]carried [G]me;

You have [G]always [D]been such a [Am]good friend to [Em]me,
Through the [C]thunder and [G]the [D]rain,
And when you're [G]feeling [D]lost in the [Am]snows of New [Em]York,
Lift your [C]heart and [D]think of [G]me;

When you're [G]feeling [D]lost in the [Am]snows of New [Em]York,
Lift your [C]heart and [D]think of [G]me;
Lift your [C]heart and [D]think of [G]me;