Bruce Hornsby - Lady with a fan

^GLet my inspiration ^Dmflow in token ^Amrhyme, ^Gsuggesting ^Frhythm, ^FThat will not f^Corsake me, till my ^Ftale is told and ^Cdon^Ce.^{F G C Dm7 G}While the firelight’s ^Dmaglow, strange shadows ^Amfrom the ^Gflames will ^Fgrow, ^FTill things we’ve never ^Cseen will seem ^Ffamiliar.

^GShadows of a sailor, f^Dmorming winds both f^Amoul and fa^Gir all sw^Farm. ^FDown in Carlisle, he l^Coved a lady ma^Fny years^C ag^Co.^{F G C Dm7 G}Here beside him stands a ^Dmman, a soldier f^Amrom the lo^Goks of h^Fim, ^FWho came through many fi^Cghts, but lost at l^Fove. ^GWhile the storyteller ^Dmspeaks, a door wi^Amthin the fi^Gre cre^Faks; ^FSuddenly flies o^Cpen, and a g^Firl is standing the^Cre.^{C F G C Dm7 G}Eyes alight, with glowing h^Dmair, all that fa^Amncy pai^Gnts as f^Fair, ^FShe takes her fan and th^Crows it, in the li^Fon’s den.

^GWhich of you to gain me, t^Dmell, will risk un^Amcertain pai^Gns of ^Fhell? ^FI will not forgive y^Cou if you wi^Fll not take the chance^C. ^{C F G C Dm7 G}The sailor gave at least a t^Dmry, the soldier b^Ameing mu^Gch too wi^Fse, ^FStrategy was his str^Cength, and not dis^Faster.

^GThe sailor, coming out ag^Dmain, the lady fai^Amrly lea^Gpt at ^Fhim. ^FThat’s how it stands t^Coday. You deci^Fde if he was wi^Cse.^{C F G C Dm7 G}The storyteller makes no ch^Dmoice. Soon you wi^Amll not he^Gar his vo^Fice. ^FHis job is to shed lig^Cht, and not to mas^Fter.