Chords for Zeffirelli's San Francisco

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_ _ [F] Oh, the drums are so mournful, [G] my dear, oh [A] my love,
_ As my thoughts, [Dm] they are [A] turning your way. _ _ _
_ _ Where _ [F] are the eyes I [G] _ beheld with [E] my own [F] on that long ago [Dm] lay?
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_ _ _ Dead are the leaves [G] on the stark [Am] battlefield,
_ _ The stench of the [Dm]
flesh [Am] sickens me. _ _ _
_ I [Dm] slept soaking [Am] _
wet, [E] [G] and the worms ate [E] my bread,
[Am] And the _ moaning [Dm] of men filled [Am] the air. _ _ _ _
_ Oh, green are the leaves [G] on the old apple [Am] tree,
_ _ Those sweet [Bb] perfumed blossoms [Am] of spring, _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ Entwined in [Am] your hair, [G] a smile in [E] your eye,
_ [Am] A soft blade [Dm] of grass [Am] for a ring. _ _ _ _
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_ _ [Am] Francesca! _ _ _ _
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He's ill!
_ [Am] What's happened to you?
[Dm] _ _
He's come back from the [Am] war because he's ill!
He's not a coward! _
_ _ [Dm] _ My dear [Am] son! _
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_ _ Warm are the lows _ [Em] [G] that cool on [Am] the sill,
[Em] To the song _ [F] of the clear trickling [Am] _ stream, _ _ _
_ [Dm] The good clean [Am] smell _ [G] of the rough woven [E] _
sheets.
[Am] The song of [Dm] the children [Em] at [Am] play. _ _ _ _
_ Oh, the drums are so mournful, [G] _ my dear, oh [Am] my love,
_ As my thoughts, they are turning your way. _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ [D] _ Where [Am] are the eyes [G] I beheld with [E] my own _ [Am] on that long ago lay? _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ On that long ago _
[D] _ _ [A] lay's day.
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