Bob Dylan - Ballad in plain d

I ^Donce loved a ^Bmgirl, ^Gher skin it was ^Dbronze With the innocence of a ^Bmlamb, she was ^Cgentle like a^G fawn I ^Dcourted her ^Bmproudly, but ^Gnow she is ^Dgone Gone as the ^Aseason she's ^A7ta--^Dken. ^{A A6 A7}

In a ^Dyoung summer's ^Bmyouth, I ^Gstole her a^Dway From her mother and ^Bmsister, though ^Cclose did they^G stay ^DEach one of them ^Bmsuffering from the ^Gfailures of their ^Dday With strings of guilt they ^Atried hard to guide ^Dus.

^DOf the two ^Bmsisters, ^GI loved the ^Dyoung With sensitive ^Bminstincts, she was the ^Ccreative^G one The ^Dconstant scrape^Bmgoat, she was ^Geasily un^Ddone By the jealousy of ^Aothers around ^Dher.

For her ^Dparasite ^Bmsister, I ^Ghad no res^Dpect Bound by her ^Bmboredom, her ^Cpride to^G protect ^DCountless ^Bmvisions of the ^Gother she'd ^Dreflect As a crutch for her ^Ascenes and her socie^Dty.

^DMyself, for what ^BmI did, I ^Gcannot be ex^Dcused The changes I was ^Bmgoing through can't ^Ceven be^G used For the ^Dlies that I ^Bmtold her in ^Ghopes not to ^Dlose The could-be dream-^Alover of my life^Dtime.

With ^Dunseen ^Bmconsciousness, I ^Gpossessed in my ^Dgrip A magnificent ^Bmmantelpiece, though its ^Cheart being^G chipped ^DNoticing ^Bmnot that I'd ^Galready ^Dslipped To a sin of ^Alove's false se^A7curi^Dty.

From ^Dsilhouetted ^Bmanger to ^Gmanufactured ^Dpeace Answers of ^Bmemptiness, ^Cvoice vaca^Gncies Till the ^Dtombstones of ^Bmdamage read me ^Gno question but, ^D"Please What's wrong and what's ^Aexactly the ^A7mat^Dter?"

And ^Dso it did ^Bmhappen, like it ^Gcould have been for^Deseen The timeless exp^Bmlosion of ^Cfantasy's^G dream At the ^Dpeak of the ^Bmnight, the ^Gking and the ^Dqueen Tumbled all ^Adown into pie^Dces.

"The ^Dtragic ^Bmfigure" her ^Gsister did ^Dshout ^D"Leave her ^Bmalone, God ^Cdamn you, get^G out" And ^DI in my ^Bmarmour, ^Gturning ^Dabout And nailing her in the ^Aruins of her pettiness.

Be^Dneath a bare ^Bmlight bulb the ^Gplaster did ^Dpound Her sister and ^BmI in a ^Cscreaming battl^Geground And ^Dshe in ^Bmbetween, the ^Gvictim of ^Dsound Soon shattered as a ^Achild to the shad^Dows.

All is ^Dgone, all is ^Bmgone, ad^Gmit it, take ^Dflight I gagged in contra^Bmdiction, tears ^Cblinding my^G sight My ^Dmind it was ^Bmmangled, I ran ^Ginto the ^Dnight Leaving all of love's ^Aashes behind ^Dme.

The ^Dwind knocks my ^Bmwindow, the ^Groom it is ^Dwet The words to say I'm ^Bmsorry, I ^Chaven't found^G yet I ^Dthink of her ^Bmoften and hope ^Gwhoever she's ^Dmet Will be fully ^Aaware of how precious she ^Dis.

Ah, my ^Dfriends from the ^Bmprison, they ^Gask unto ^Dme "How good, how ^Bmgood does it ^Cfeel to be^G free"? And ^DI answer ^Bmthem most ^Gmysterious^Dly "Are birds free from the ^Achains of the ^A7skyw^Day"?