Bert Jansch - Needle of death

^AWhen sadness ^A6fills your ^D/Aheart And ^F#msorrow hides the longing to be ^Eadd9free ^{E9 A}When things go ^A6wrong each ^D/Aday ^F#mYou fix your mind to 'scape your ^Eadd9misery ^E9

^F#mYour troubled young life Had ^Amade you ^A6turn To a ^D/Aneedle of death^{Eadd9 E9}

^AHow strange, your ^A6happy ^D/Awords Have ^F#mceased to bring a smile from every^Eadd9one ^{E9 A}How tears have ^A6filled the ^D/Aeyes Of ^F#mfriends that you once had walked ^Eadd9among ^E9

^F#mYour troubled young life Had ^Amade you ^A6turn To a ^D/Aneedle of death^{Eadd9 E9}

^AOne grain of ^A6pure white ^D/Asnow Dis^F#msolved in blood spread quickly to your ^Eadd9brain ^{E9 A}In peace your ^A6mind with^D/Adraws Your ^F#mdeath's so near your soul can't feel no ^Eadd9pain ^E9

^F#mYour troubled young life Had ^Amade you ^A6turn To a ^D/Aneedle of death^{Eadd9 E9}

^AYour mother s^A6tands a'^D/Acryin' While ^F#mto the earth your body's slowly ^Eadd9cast ^{E9 A}Your father s^A6tands in ^D/Asilence Car^F#messing every young dream of the ^Eadd9past ^E9

^F#mYour troubled young life Had ^Amade you ^A6turn To a ^D/Aneedle of death^{Eadd9 E9}

^AThrough ages, ^A6man's des^D/Aires To ^F#mfree his mind, to release his very ^Eadd9soul ^{E9 A}Has proved to ^A6all who ^D/Alive That ^F#mdeath itself is freedom for ^Eadd9evermore ^{E9 F#m}Your troubled young life Had ^Amade you ^A6turn To a ^D/Aneedle of death^{Eadd9 E9}