i’ve attempted to improve ren babcock’s version . not that it’s perfect but this
is what i could come up with .
the song is transcribed from a live version found on ’no direction home’ .
love this song , it’s amazing , beyond words . : ) hope you like it .
capo 4th fret
intro : C ( or Csus2 C Csus4 C )
C G F
my love she speaks like silence ,
C G F
without ideals or violence ,
C
she doesn’t have to say she’s faithful ,
Dm F G7
yet she’s true , like ice , like fire .
C G F
people carry roses ,
C G F
make promises by the hours ,
C
my love she laughs like the flowers ,
F G7 C
valentines can’t buy her .
C G F
in the dime stores and bus stations ,
C G F
people talk of situations ,
C
read books , repeat quotations ,
Dm F G7
draw conclusions on the wall .
C G F
some speak of the future ,
C G F
my love she speaks softly ,
C
she knows there’s no success like failure
F G7 C
and that failure’s no success at all .
C G F
the cloak and dagger dangles ,
C G F
madams light the candles .
C
in ceremonies of the horsemen ,
Dm F G7
even the pawn must hold a grudge .
C G F
statues made of match sticks ,
C G F
crumble into one another ,
C
my love winks , she does not bother ,
F G7 C
she knows too much to argue or to judge .
C G F
the bridge at midnight trembles ,
C G F
the country doctor rambles ,
C
bankers’ nieces seek perfection ,
Dm F G7
expecting all the gifts that wise men bring .
C G F
the wind howls like a hammer ,
C G F
the night blows cold and rainy ,
C
my love she’s like some raven
F G7 C
at my window with a broken wing .
i’ve attempted to improve ren babcock’s version . not that it’s perfect but this
is what i could come up with .
the song is transcribed from a live version found on ’no direction home’ .
love this song , it’s amazing , beyond words . : ) hope you like it .
capo 4th fret
intro : C ( or Csus2 C Csus4 C )
C G F
my love she speaks like silence ,
C G F
without ideals or violence ,
C
she doesn’t have to say she’s faithful ,
Dm F G7
yet she’s true , like ice , like fire .
C G F
people carry roses ,
C G F
make promises by the hours ,
C
my love she laughs like the flowers ,
F G7 C
valentines can’t buy her .
C G F
in the dime stores and bus stations ,
C G F
people talk of situations ,
C
read books , repeat quotations ,
Dm F G7
draw conclusions on the wall .
C G F
some speak of the future ,
C G F
my love she speaks softly ,
C
she knows there’s no success like failure
F G7 C
and that failure’s no success at all .
C G F
the cloak and dagger dangles ,
C G F
madams light the candles .
C
in ceremonies of the horsemen ,
Dm F G7
even the pawn must hold a grudge .
C G F
statues made of match sticks ,
C G F
crumble into one another ,
C
my love winks , she does not bother ,
F G7 C
she knows too much to argue or to judge .
C G F
the bridge at midnight trembles ,
C G F
the country doctor rambles ,
C
bankers’ nieces seek perfection ,
Dm F G7
expecting all the gifts that wise men bring .
C G F
the wind howls like a hammer ,
C G F
the night blows cold and rainy ,
C
my love she’s like some raven
F G7 C
at my window with a broken wing .
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