Don McLean - Over the mountains

I'm ^Calways light ^Fhearted and ^Ceasy Not a care in this world have ^G7I ^CBecause I am ^Floved by an ^COllie And I couldn't ^G7forget if I ^Ctried She ^Flives far away o'er the ^Cmountains Where the little birds sing on the ^G7trees And the ^Ccabin's all ^Fcovered with ^Fivy And an Ollie is ^G7waiting for ^Cme

It's o^Fver it's over the ^Cmountains Where the little birds sing on the ^G7trees And the ^Ccabin's all c^Fovered with ^Civy And the Ollie is ^G7waiting for ^Cme Yodel^Faydee ee ee Yodel^Caydee ee ee Yodel^G7aydee dee die dee d^Cee Yodel^Faydee ee ee yode^Claydee ee ee Yodel^G7aydee dee die dee ^Cdee

^CThe day I bid ^Fgoodbye to ^COllie That day I will never for^G7get For the ^Ctears bubbled ^Fup from their slu^Cmber I fancy I s^G7ee them ^Cyet They ^Flook like the pearls in the ^Cocean As she wept her tale of l^G7ove Then she ^Csaid :'My dear ^Fboy, don't forg^Cet me, Till we meet here ag^G7ain or ab^Cove'

It's ^Fover it's over the ^Cmountains Where the little birds sing on the ^G7trees And the ^Ccabin's all ^Fcovered with i^Cvy And the Ollie is ^G7waiting for ^Cme Yodel^Faydee ee ee Yodel^Caydee ee ee Yodel^G7aydee dee die dee ^Cdee Yodel^Faydee ee ee yodel^Caydee ee ee Yodel^G7aydee dee die dee ^Cdee