^DSitting under the ^Amcypress tree I saw a ^Gmiracle flying ^Dhigh I tuned into the ^Amsong that she was ^Dsinging ^D The melody was an ^Amhonest friend and it ^GFelt like I was learning to ^Dfly But I fear I’ll ^Amnever know the ^Dfeeling

^Bm It must be nice (it must feel ^F#7good) to just be heard ^D And it might ^Asound a bit a^Bmbsurd ^D I’d sing a^Along with the ^Bmbirds ^D I’d sing a^Along if I ^Gonly knew the words ^D I’d sing a^Along with the ^Gbirds, if I only ^Dknew the ^Emwords

^D Staring into the ^Amwishing well has got you ^GFeeling a particular ^Dway You can’t stand to ^Amsee your own reflec^Dtion ^D So, toss a penny and ^Amclose your eyes And ^Gtry to think of something to ^Dsay ^D And don’t waste your ^Amwishes on perfec^Dtion

^Bm It must be nice (it must feel ^F#7good) to just be heard ^D And it might ^Asound a bit a^Bmbsurd ^D I’d sing a^Along with the ^Bmbirds ^D I’d sing a^Along if I ^Gonly knew the words ^D I’d sing a^Along with the ^Gbirds, if I only ^Dknew the ^Emwords

I’d master every ^F#mverse until my ^Amspirit learned to ^Dburst ^DInto the morning sun ^F#m ^C While my heart is on the ^Drun

^D All the wind in the ^Amwhistlin’ world Could whip a ^Gwhisper any given ^Dday ^D Just to see if there was ^Amanyone to lis^Dten ^D They say the April ^Amrain will fall To ^Gresurrect the flowers of ^DMay ^D You can’t know who you ^Amlove until you miss ^Dthem

^Bm It must be nice (it must feel ^F#7good) to just be heard ^D And it might ^Asound a bit a^Bmbsurd ^D I’d sing a^Along with the ^Bmbirds ^D I’d sing a^Along if I ^Gonly knew the words ^D I’d sing a^Along with the ^Gbirds, if I only ^Dknew the ^Emwords

Billy Strings - Gild the lily