Barbara Dickson - Caravan

Th^De early light is^E breaking The^EM morning sun is^A waiting in the^BM sky an^Ed I think I'm going to^A break away and ^Dfollow ^Ewhere the ^EMbirds of fr^Aeedom fly I need to ^Dgive, I need to l^Give ^E For the w^Dorld is slowly ^BMturning and the ^EMlights of love are ^Aburning in my^D eye^Dsus4s ^D

O^EMverland, I am ^Dflyin^Ag ^DCaravans moving out into the ^Gsun Oh^EM I don't know where I'^Am going b^EMut I'm ^Dgoing ^{EM Eb D}

Wi^Dsh I had the w^Eisdom t^EMo find some s^Aimple words to make you^BM see the t^Ehings that mean a ^Alot to you Don't ^Dalways seem ^Eto mean ^EMa lot to ^Ame I need to ^Dbreathe, I need to ^Gleave ^E When the ^Dsands of time go drifting ^BMby I ^EMmay be on my ^Aown but I'll be f^Dree ^{Dsus4 D}