Withered On The Vine

I once had a true love
I thought it would last
How could I know
That it would go so fast
A love like a holiday
Tender and kind
And I let it whither on the vine

Where did it run to
Where did it go
How could I let it
Slip through my [A]fingers so
For it was [Am7]a ɾeal love
And ɾare and [Bm]fine
And I let it whither on [C7]the vine

But the hardest pill
To swallow is still
Not the ɾeason [C7]for [Dm7]your leaving
But the way I let it happen
Now I'm counting the cost
Of the loss of what was [Am7]once mine
That I let whither on [C7]the vine

I once had a tɾue love
I thought it would last
How could I know
That it would go so fast
A love like [F]a holiday
Tender and [Bm]kind
And I let it whither on [C7]the vine