Byrds - Wasnt born to follow

Oh, I'd ^Grather go and ^Cjourney, where the ^Gdiamond crest is ^Cflowing and ^Grun across the ^Cvalley, be^Gneath the sacred ^Cmountain and ^Dwander through the forest^{Dsus2 D} Where the ^Ctrees have leaves of prisms, and break the light in colors, that ^Dno one knows the ^Gnames of ^{C G C}

And ^Gwhen it's time I'll ^Cgo, and wait be^Gside a legend^Cary fountain, ^Gtill I see your ^Cform reflected ^Gin it's clear and ^Cjeweled waters; and ^Dif you think I'm ready^{Dsus2 D} You may ^Clead me to the chasm, where the rivers of our vision, flow ^Dinto one a^Gnother^{C G C}

I will ^Gwant to ^Cdie beneath, the ^Gwhite cascading ^Cwaters, she may ^Gbeg, she may ^Cplead, she may ^Gargue with her ^Clogic; and ^Dthen she'll know the things I learned^{Dsus2 D} That ^Creally have no value, in the end she will surely know, I ^Dwasn't born to ^Gfollow