Donovan - Celeste

He^Cre I stand a^Fcting like a s^Cilly clown w^Eould, I ^Fmaj7don't know why would any^Abbody like to t^Fry The ch^Canges I^G'm going thr^Emough A ^Fmaj7hidden lie would f^Aborti^Fmfy So^Cmething that d^Gon't ex^Emist But it ^Fmaj7ain't so bad, I'm ^Fmjust a lad, So m^Cany more th^Gings to ^Emdo, I int^Amend to come ri^Gght t^Fmaj7hrough them a^Gll with y^Cou.^{Fmaj7 C F}

My s^Congs are merely dr^Feams v^Cisiting my m^Eind We ^Fmaj7talk a while by a cr^Abooked stile, You're l^Cucky to ca^Gtch a f^Emew. There's no ^Fmaj7magic wand in a p^Aberfumed hand, It's a pl^Ceasure ^Gto be t^Emrue. In my c^Fmaj7rystal halls a f^Fmeather falls Being be^Cautiful j^Gust for ^Emyou But that m^Amight not be qu^Gite ^Fmaj7true, that's ^Gup to y^Cou.^{F C Fmaj7}

Da^Cwn crept in uns^Feen to f^Cind me still aw^Eake A s^Fmaj7trange young girl sang her s^Abongs for me And l^Ceft 'fore the d^Gay was b^Emorn. That ^Fmaj7dark princess with s^Fmaddening jest She lo^Cwered her e^Gyes of ^Emwoe, And I ^Fmaj7felt her sigh, I wouldn't ^Fmlike to try The ch^Canges she's g^Going th^Emrough But I h^Amope love comes r^Gight t^Fmaj7hrough them ^Gall with ^Cyou^Fmaj7. ^{C F C}