Em D
Girls, be good to these spirits
Em D
Of music and poetry
Em D
And lift the lyre so clear and sweet
Em C D
They meet with you
[Verse 2]
Em D
And as for me this body
Em D
Which is now so arthritic
Em
I cannot play
D Em C D
Can hardly even hold the instrument
[Chorus]
Em G D
And oh, the soul grows heavy
Em C D
With the body
Em G D
And oh, the soul grows heavy
Em C D
Without the body
[Verse 3]
Em D
Some gloomy poems
Em D
Came from these thoughts
Em D
And useless we are all born
Em C D
To lose life like we lose our youth
[Chorus]
Em G D
And oh, the soul grows heavy
Em C D
With the body
Em G D
And oh, the soul grows heavy
Em C D
Without the body
[Instrumental]
Am Em C D
Am Em C D
G D Em C
G D Em C
[At this point the song does something odd. The last C stretches out for an extra two beats then goes to D for
two beats then back into the chorus chords as if nothing happened. I believe it's to illustrate the singer's
succumbing to the Weight of Years, but don't advise including it until you're confident.]
Em G D Em C D [Chorus chords]
[Verse 4]
Em D
And so I stepped in quite clearly
Em C D
From my hiding place
Em D
To then suspect that she would grow old and gray
Em C D
And he despaired in his mortal way and said
[Chorus]
Em G D
And oh, the soul grows heavy
Em C D
With the body
Em G D
And oh, the soul grows heavy
Em C D
Without the body
Em G D
And oh, the soul grows heavy
Em C D
With the body
Em G D
And oh, the soul grows heavy
Em C D
Without the body
