Rose of May
[Dm] Her heart under-[C] neath cries quiet-[Dm] ly This part of [C] me I choose not to [Dm] see What lives must I [C] take for fealty’s [Dm] sake? How much blood must [C] stain this warrior’s [Dm] blade? Chorus: War leaves its [C] trail in moonlight so pale Its shadows they [Bb] flow in …