Al Stewart - Songs out of clay

"Oh I ^Cknow that you are an ^Bartist" she said, “for you ^Emmake your ^Csongs out of c^Glay.^B You ^Ccarry the dust on your ^Bhands and your face, you ^Emnever quite b^Crushed it a^Gway ^B You were ^Ctrying to chisel a ^Amperfect truth, when the ^Ginstrument broke in your ^Dhand Now you ^Amseat all alone on the g^Creenhouse roof, with your ^Bsus4shoes full of s^Band“. And the ^Emgolden rays of the ^Gsun divide In the s^Dlanting mists of the ^Crain. And ^GMaggie^B, is on the road ^Emagain

"Oh I ^Cknow that you are a s^Bailor" she said, "Till you ^Emcame too c^Close to the s^Ghore^B. And like ^Cany shipwrecked ^Bsailor now, you ^Emlive by an ^Copen ^Gdoor^B And when ^Cevening sails in the ^Ammasts of the trees, your ^Gfeet seem to slip on the g^Dround And you ^Amlong for the little ^Cship In which you can safely d^Bsus4rown" ^B And the ^Emsilver mounds of the ^Gwaves divide at the ^Dfeet of the wind and the r^Cain. And ^GMaggie^B, is far at the sea a^Emgain

"Oh I ^Cknow that you are an ^Boutlaw" she said, “and you ^Emrobbed both the ^Crich and the ^Gpoor^B. Now you ^Cseek my bed like a ^Bsanctuary, but you ^Emkeep one ^Ceye on the ^Gdoor^B And you p^Cress my hand in the ^Amdead of the night, and ^Gsay I can heal all your ^Dwounds In the ^Ammorning your eyes just look ^Chunted again, you'll be ^Bsus4leaving soon"^B And the ^Emsilver, rays of the ^Gmoon divide In the s^Dlanting mists of the r^Cain. And ^GMaggie^B, is on the prowl ^Emagain

"Oh I ^Cknow that you are an ^Bartist" she said, “for you ^Emmake your ^Csongs out of c^Glay.^B You ^Ccarry the dust on your ^Bhands and your face, you ^Emnever quite b^Crushed it a^Gway ^B And you ^Cwork with your back to an ^Amopen door, while the ^Glight is beginning to ^Dfade And the ^Amwindows are liquid the ^Csky is alive, and the ^Bsus4night is jade“^B And the ^Emsilver rays of the ^Gmoon divide In the s^Dlanting mists of the r^Cain And ^GMaggie,^B is on the road a^Emgai^Bn.

And th^Eme silver rays of th^Ge moon divide at the ^Dfeet of the wind and the ^Crain. And ^GMaggie^B, I'm at your door a^Emgain