A       D      A
F#m     E      A


[Verse 1]
        A       E      F#m
They buried my body on Christmas
        A       D        E
In the ground by the south river bank
    A         E          F#m
Worked to my death, for my very last breath
           D         E          A
I'd the Winchester bishops to thank
           A             E             F#m
Now the church held the keys to the brothel
         D               A          E
Lit the window with a burning red light
        A             E             F#m
While I teased the funds from the pockets of johns
     D         E             A
The bishop got rich in the night


[Pre Refrain]
        E
But I didn't fall apart
        E
Through my years in the dark
        E
For my lover I guarded
        E
My pure, pure heart


[Refrain]
         A                D
And he meets me in the graveyard
       A                         E
The graveyard where they made my bed
        A                     D
Plants a white flower under cold stars
         F#m           E       A     F#m     E      A
On the grave of the forgotten dead


[Verse 2]
          A            E               F#m
Now the bishops snuck off to fresh pastures
          D                A          E
While my grave was grown over with weeds
       A     E               F#m
No burial plots, just some forget-me-nots
          D         E         A
For the women they branded unclean
        A           E              F#m
The wasteland was claimed by the city
        D               A        E
They covered it with tenement slums
      A               E                 F#m
For where we'd been left had never been blessed
           D           E            A
And they dug down and built on our bones


[Pre Refrain]
      E
But every December
     E
With frost on his fingers
     E
My lover returns
     E
For he still remembers


[Refrain]
     A                D
To meet me in the graveyard
       A                         E
The graveyard where they made my bed
          A                   D
Plants a white flower under cold stars
          F#m        E         A
On the grave of the forgotten dead


[Instrumental]
F#m     E      A
A       Dm     A      Dm


[Bridge]
     A                     Dm
The sun goes down and the last folk leave
       A                      Dm
It's London Town on Christmas Eve
      A                    Dm
My lover still wanders bereft and bereaved
          A                          Dm
For he can't find the woman that he promised he'd meet
      A                    Dm
The sun comes up on the cold, cold ground
          A                   Dm
It's Christmas morning in London Town
     A                         Dm
He lays on my grave and he cradles his head
            A                         Dm
And as he hears the church bells, he knows that I'm dead


[Verse 3]
      A            E            F#m
So London, don't mourn for your lovers
         D              A      E
Raise a glass for us glorious dead
        A                E              F#m
For beneath Southwark streets, we outlasted the priests
          D            E         F#m/A
And the city's raised up on our beds
              D               E      A
Though we're gone, London, do not forget


[Verse 4]
      A            D
To meet us on Christmas
          A                          E
In the graveyard where they made our bed
         A                     D
Plant a white flower for the outcasts
         F#m             E        D
On the graves of the forgotten dead
       A              D
Oh to meet us on Christmas
         A                            E
In the graveyard where they made our bed
         A                 D
Plant a white flower for the outcasts
          F#m         E          D
On the graves of the forgotten dead


[Outro]
          F#m             E       A
In the Graveyard of the Outcast Dead