Capo on 2 for Bm
Am                                        C
I promised to show you Greek lightning
F                                  C
 Oh and you heart it was easily won
Am                                        C
 Away from the drinking and fighting
 F                                          C
 With nights in the tavern and days in the sun
F                                  C
 We could leave drunken Saturday nights,
             Dm           Am
 And the cold damp Wednesday sign-ons
     F           G                              AM
 To see new skies filled with Greek lightning

 You promised to show me Greek lightning
 Oh and my heart it was easily won
 Your words had a way so exciting
 Just like they always do I should have known
 But time staggered on and I watched as you fell into booze
 Bloody bad temper and hell
 But you always just managed to win me with talk of Greek lightning
C                                                                                       F
 And Dreams let you down, they just let you down
                               C
 But they never leave you
G                            Am
 No they never leave you


 

 At the wettest of Durham big meetings
 Oh how your heart it was easily won
 I shouted for tunes by the Beatles, 
 Not that fat man from Athens they kept putting on
 But the beer got me singing to his serenade
 And you laughed all embarrassed in your lemonade
 And I told you that one day I’d light up you sky with Greek lightning

 Chorus x2

 Many big meetings ad chances had happened
 Oh and my heart it was easily won
 My hopes have grown thin and you’ve fattened
 On six pints a night till your dole money’s gone
 And you weep drunkard’s tears all over my hand
 Sometimes call me a cow then you think I’m your mam
 And I watch as you watch for that flash in the pan of Greek lightning

 Chorus x2
F                                                                 C
 Oh and we always make do for a week or and a day
                Dm                                        Am
 For the hot sands of Roker or Whitley Bay
            F                                     G
 And we look to that high northern sky for a flash of Greek
AM
lightning

 Chorus x2
 + Oh they never leave you, and I’ll never leave you