My Death
(Brel/Shuman/Blau)


	Intro: Em9
	
	Em9
	My death is like a swinging door
	
	A patient girl who knows the score
	
	                        D
	Whistle for her and the passing time
	
	
	G              A            G7
	My death waits like a bible truth
	
	       F             Dm
	At the funeral of my youth
	
	          Am               D
	Weep loud for that and the passing time
	
	
	G#m            F#m             G#m
	My death waits like a witch at night
	
	           F#m            G#m
	And surely as our love is bright
	
	                F#m        B7
	Let's laugh for us and the passing time
	
	
	Em           D
	But whatever is behind the door
	
	C                       B7
	There's nothing much to do
	
	Em             D
	Angel or devil I don't care
	
	C
	For in front of that door
	
	B7
	There is you
	
	
	Em9
	My death waits like a beggar blind
	
	Who sees the world with an unlit mind
	
	                         D
	Throw him a dime for the passing time
	
	
	G              A           G7
	My death waits to allow my friends
	
	      F                    Dm
	A few good times before it ends
	
	      Am                    D
	Let's drink to that and the passing time
	
	
	G#m            F#m                G#m
	My death waits in your arms, your thighs
	
	          F#m                   G#m
	Your cool fingers will close my eyes
	
	          F#m            B7
	Let's not talk about the passing time
	
	
	Em           D
	But whatever is behind the door
	
	C                B7
	There is nothing much to do
	
	Em             D
	Angel or devil I don't care
	
	C
	For in front of that door
	
	B7
	There is you
	
	
	Em9
	My death waits among the falling leaves
	
	In magicians, mysterious sleeves
	
	                      D
	Rabbits, dogs and the passing times
	
	
	G        A               G7
	My death waits among the flowers
	
	          F               Dm
	Where the blackest shadow cowers
	
	      Am                  D
	Let's pick lilacs for the passing time
	
	
	G#m            F#m         G#m
	My death waits in a double bed
	
	           F#m          G#m
	Sails of oblivion at my head
	
	            F#m                B7
	Pull up the sheets against the passing time
	
	
	Em           D   
	But whatever is behind the door
	
	C                         B7
	You know there is nothing much to do
	
	Em             D
	Angel or devil I don't care
	
	       C 
	For in front of that door
	
	         B7
	There is you
	
	
	End