A Little Bit More

For certain she the face of springtime, the flowers stood and paid her due
And all the folk they sang of a good rhyme
While drinking all they wanted to
A bitter sweet, this final evening, before he must leave her side
They danced around the glass filled tables while fiddlers played so sweet and [Bm]low
Their eyes hard fixed upon [C7]each other, how could she ever let him go
And when the time it came upon [C7]them, she said in case we forget
Just a little bit more, just a little bit more
The letters came and [Bm]every single Sunday
We all [Em]would wait to [C7]hear the news
She knew her love would be [Am]home someday, the only thing she held on [C7]to
We sang a song [Am]just like [F]we used to [C7]and [Bm]she said before we could leave
Just a little bit more, just a little bit more
That night she heard her tɾue love calling
With words that only she could know
They held each other till the morning
And when it was [Am7]his time to [C7]go
She said..... Just a little bit more just a little bit more