Am
i married my wife on the day of the eclipse
Dm
our friends awarded her courage with gifts
Am
now as the nights grow longer and the season shifts
G
i look to my sorrowful wife
F G Am
who is quietly tending her flowers
F G
who is quietly tending her . . . . .
( played over piano solo )
Am – Dm – Am – Dm – F – G – Am – Dm – Am – Dm
Am
the water is high on the beckoning river
Dm
i made her a promise i could not deliver
Am
and the cry of the birds sends a terrible shiver
G
through me and my sorrowful wife
F G Am
who is shifting the furniture around
F G
who is shifting the furniture around
( played over piano solo )
Am – Dm – Am – Dm – F – G – Am – Dm – Am – Dm
Am
now we sit beneath the knotted yew
Dm
and the bluebells bob around our shoes
Am
the task of remembering the telltale clues
G
goes to my lovely , my sorrowful wife
F G Am
who is counting the days on her fingers
F G Dm
who is counting the days on her . . . . .
Am
come on and help me babe
Dm
come on now
Am
help me babe
Dm
i was blind
F
the grass here grows long and high
G
twists right up to the sky
Am Dm
white clouds roll on by
Am
come on now and help me babe
Dm
i was blind
Am
i was a fool babe
Dm
i was blind
come on now
F
a loose wind last night blew down
G
black trees bent to the ground
Am Dm
their blossoms made such a sound
that i could not hear myself think babe
come on now
and help me babe
help me now
i was blind
i was a fool
Am
i married my wife on the day of the eclipse
Dm
our friends awarded her courage with gifts
Am
now as the nights grow longer and the season shifts
G
i look to my sorrowful wife
F G Am
who is quietly tending her flowers
F G
who is quietly tending her . . . . .
( played over piano solo )
Am – Dm – Am – Dm – F – G – Am – Dm – Am – Dm
Am
the water is high on the beckoning river
Dm
i made her a promise i could not deliver
Am
and the cry of the birds sends a terrible shiver
G
through me and my sorrowful wife
F G Am
who is shifting the furniture around
F G
who is shifting the furniture around
( played over piano solo )
Am – Dm – Am – Dm – F – G – Am – Dm – Am – Dm
Am
now we sit beneath the knotted yew
Dm
and the bluebells bob around our shoes
Am
the task of remembering the telltale clues
G
goes to my lovely , my sorrowful wife
F G Am
who is counting the days on her fingers
F G Dm
who is counting the days on her . . . . .
Am
come on and help me babe
Dm
come on now
Am
help me babe
Dm
i was blind
F
the grass here grows long and high
G
twists right up to the sky
Am Dm
white clouds roll on by
Am
come on now and help me babe
Dm
i was blind
Am
i was a fool babe
Dm
i was blind
come on now
F
a loose wind last night blew down
G
black trees bent to the ground
Am Dm
their blossoms made such a sound
that i could not hear myself think babe
come on now
and help me babe
help me now
i was blind
i was a fool
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