Bob Dylan - Ballad in plain d

I ^Conce loved a ^Amgirl, ^Fher skin it was ^Cbronze With the innocence of a ^Amlamb, she was ^Bbgentle like a ^Ffawn I ^Ccourted her ^Amproudly, but ^Fnow she is ^Cgone Gone as the ^Gseason she's ^G7ta--^Cken. ^{G G6 G7}

In a ^Cyoung summer's ^Amyouth, I ^Fstole her a^Cway From her mother and ^Amsister, though ^Bbclose did they ^Fstay ^CEach one of them ^Amsuffering from the ^Ffailures of their ^Cday With strings of guilt they ^Gtried hard to guide ^Cus.

^COf the two ^Amsisters, ^FI loved the ^Cyoung With sensitive ^Aminstincts, she was the ^Bbcreative ^Fone The ^Cconstant scrape^Amgoat, she was ^Feasily un^Cdone By the jealousy of ^Gothers around ^Cher.

For her ^Cparasite ^Amsister, I ^Fhad no res^Cpect Bound by her ^Amboredom, her ^Bbpride to ^Fprotect ^CCountless ^Amvisions of the ^Fother she'd ^Creflect As a crutch for her ^Gscenes and her socie^Cty.

^CMyself, for what ^AmI did, I ^Fcannot be ex^Ccused The changes I was ^Amgoing through can't ^Bbeven be ^Fused For the ^Clies that I ^Amtold her in ^Fhopes not to ^Close The could-be dream-^Glover of my life^Ctime.

With ^Cunseen ^Amconsciousness, I ^Fpossessed in my ^Cgrip A magnificent ^Ammantelpiece, though its ^Bbheart being ^Fchipped ^CNoticing ^Amnot that I'd ^Falready ^Cslipped To a sin of ^Glove's false se^G7curi^Cty.

From ^Csilhouetted ^Amanger to ^Fmanufactured ^Cpeace Answers of ^Amemptiness, ^Bbvoice vacan^Fcies Till the ^Ctombstones of ^Amdamage read me ^Fno question but, ^C"Please What's wrong and what's ^Gexactly the ^G7mat^Cter?"

And ^Cso it did ^Amhappen, like it ^Fcould have been for^Ceseen The timeless exp^Amlosion of ^Bbfantasy's ^Fdream At the ^Cpeak of the ^Amnight, the ^Fking and the ^Cqueen Tumbled all ^Gdown into pie^Cces.

"^C;The tr^Amagic figure&^Fquot; her s^Cister did shout ^C"Leave^Am her alone,^Bb God damn you,^F get out" And ^CI in my ^Amarmour, ^Fturning ^Cabout And nailing her in the ^Gruins of her pettiness.

Be^Cneath a bare ^Amlight bulb the ^Fplaster did ^Cpound Her sister and ^AmI in a ^Bbscreaming battle^Fground And ^Cshe in ^Ambetween, the ^Fvictim of ^Csound Soon shattered as a ^Gchild to the shad^Cows.

All is ^Cgone, all is ^Amgone, ad^Fmit it, take ^Cflight I gagged in contra^Amdiction, tears ^Bbblinding my ^Fsight My ^Cmind it was ^Ammangled, I ran ^Finto the ^Cnight Leaving all of love's ^Gashes behind ^Cme.

The ^Cwind knocks my ^Amwindow, the ^Froom it is ^Cwet The words to say I'm ^Amsorry, I ^Bbhaven't found ^Fyet I ^Cthink of her ^Amoften and hope ^Fwhoever she's ^Cmet Will be fully ^Gaware of how precious she ^Cis.

Ah, my ^Cfriends from the ^Amprison, they ^Fask unto ^Cme "How good,^Am how good doe^Bbs it feel t^Fo be free"? And ^CI answer ^Amthem most ^Fmysterious^Cly "Are birds free from^G the chains of^G7 the^C skyway"?