Bob Dylan - Changing of the guards

Sixteen ye^Emars, Sixte^Gen banners un^Dited over the f^Emield Where a ^Cgood Shepard g^Drieves. Desperate ^Emmen, desperate ^Gwomen di^Dvided, Spreading their ^Emwings 'neath the ^Dfallin^Cg le^Gaves

Fortune ^Emcalls I step^Gped forth from the ^Dshadows, to the ^Emmarketplace, Merchants and ^Cthieves, hungry for ^Dpower, my last deal gone ^Emdown. She's smelling ^Gsweet like the m^Deadows where she was ^Emborn On midsummer's eve, ^Cnea^Dr the ^Gtower.

The cold-blooded^Em moon The captain ^Gwaits above the ^Dcelebration Sending his ^Emthoughts to a ^Cbeloved ^Dmaid Whose ebony ^Emface is be^Gyond com^Dmunication. he captain is ^Emdown but still believing that his lo^Cve wi^Dll be ^Grepaid.

They shaved her ^Emhead. She was torn between ^GJupiter and ^DApollo. A messenger ^Emarrived with a ^Gblack n^Dightingale. I seen her on the ^Emstairs and I ^Gcouldn't help but ^Dfollow, F^Emollow her down past the fountain where they l^Difted ^Cher ^Gveil.

I stumbled to my ^Emfeet I rode past the ^Gdestruction in the ^Dditches With the ^Emstitches still mending 'neath the ^Cheart shaped ^Dtattoo. Renegade ^Empriests and ^Gtreacherous young ^Dwitches Were ^Emhanding out the flowers that I'd ^Dgiv^Cen to ^Gyou.

The palace of ^Emmirrors Where dog ^Gsolders are ^Dreflected, The endless ^Emroad and the ^Cwailing of ^Gchimes The empty ^Emrooms where her ^Gmemory is ^Dprotected Where the ^Emangels' voices whisper to the ^Dsouls of ^Cprevious ^Gtimes.

She wakes hi^Emm up Forty-eight hours ^Glater, the sun is ^Dbreaking Near broken^Em chains, mountain ^Claurel and r^Dolling rock. She's begging to ^Emknow what ^Gmeasures he now will be ^Dtaking. He's pulling her ^Emdown and she's clutching on to his ^Dlong ^Cgolden ^Glocks.

Gentlemen, ^Emhe said, I don't ^Gneed your ^Dorganization, I've shined your^Em shoes, I've moved your ^Cmountains, and marked your ^Dcards But Eden is^Em burning, either ^Cbrace yourself for ^Delimination Or ^Emelse your hearts must have the courage for the ^Dchangi^Cng of the ^Gguards

Peace will ^Emcome With ^Gtranquility and ^Dsplendor on the wheels of ^Emfire But will ^Cbring us no ^Dreward when her false idols ^Emfall And cruel^G death surr^Denders with it's ^Empale ghosts retreating Between the ^DKing and ^CQueen of ^GSwords