Bob Dylan - Mother of muses

Mother of ^AMuses ^Dsing for^A me Sing of the m^Aountains and the ^Edeep dark ^Asea Sing of the ^Alakes and the ^Emnymphs of the ^Emforest Sing your hearts ^Dout, all your ^Awomen of the ^Dchorus Sing of ^D6honor and ^E/Afate and ^Aglo^Fdimry ^F#mbe ^{F#m/E D} Mother of ^AMuses ^Esing for ^Ame

Mother of ^AMuses ^Dsing for my ^Aheart Sing of a ^Alove too ^Esoon to de^Apart Sing of the ^Aheroes^Em who stood al^Emone Whose names are e^Dngraved on ^Atablets of ^Dstone Who ^D6struggled with ^E/Apain so the ^Aworld ^Fdimcould go ^F#mfree^{F#m/E D} Mother of ^AMuses ^Esing for ^Ame

Sing of ^ASherman, Mont^Dgomery and ^AScott And of ^AZhukov, and ^EmPatton, and the battles they ^Afought Who cleared the ^Apath for ^EmPresley to ^Emsing Who carved the ^Dpath for ^AMartin Luther ^DKing Who ^D6did what they ^E/Adid and they ^Awent ^Fdimon their^F#m way^{F#m/E D A}Man, I could tell their s^Etories all^A day

I'm falling in ^Alove with Cal^Dliope ^A She don't belong to ^Aanyone, why not ^Emgive her to ^Ame? She's s^Apeaking to me, ^Emspeaking with her^Em eyes I've grown so ^Dtired of ^Achasing l^Dies Mother of ^D6Muses^E/A, wher^Aever ^Fdimyou ^F#mare ^{F#m/E D} I've alr^Aeady outlived my ^Elife by^A far

Mother of ^AMuses,^D unleash your ^Awrath Things I can't ^Asee, they're ^Eblocking my ^Apath Show me your ^Awisdom, ^Emtell me my fat^Eme Put me u^Dpright, make me ^Awalk s^Dtraight ^D6Forge my id^E/Aentity from the ^Ain ^Fdimside ^F#mout ^{F#m/E D} You ^Aknow what I'm ^Etalking ab^Aout

Take me to the ^Ariver, rel^Dease your ^Acharms Let me lay down a ^Awhile in your ^Esweet, loving arms ^A Wake me, ^Ashake me, ^Emfree me from ^Emsin Make me inv^Disible, ^Alike the ^Dwind ^D6 Got a mind that ^E/Aramble, got a ^Amind ^Fdimthat ^F#mroam^{F#m/E D} I'm travelin' ^Alight and I'm a-^Eslow coming ^Ahome