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