Fleetwood Mac - Sisters of the moon

^AmIntense S^Filence as she walked i^Fadd9n the ^Amroom, ^AmHer black robes ^Ftrailing, Sister ^Fadd9of the ^AmMoon. ^AmAnd a black widow ^Fspider makes more ^Fadd9sound than ^Amshe ^AmAnd black moons in those ^Feyes of hers made more ^Fadd9sense to^Am me ^AmHeavy ^Fpersuasion, it was ^Fadd9hard to bre^Amathe. ^AmShe was dark at the top of the ^Fstairs And she calle^Fadd9d to m^Ame... ^{G Em F Em F G Am}

^AmAnd so I fo^Fllowed, as friends ^Fadd9often ^Amdo ^AmI cared not for ^Flove, nor money, I ^Fadd9think she ^Amknew. ^AmThe people, they ^Flove her, and still they are the ^Fadd9most c^Amruel. ^AmShe asked me, be my ^Fsister, ^{Fadd9 Am} sister o^Fadd9f the ^Ammoon^G. ^{Em F Em F G Am}

^FSome call her sister of the moon ^GSome say, illusions are her g^Amame. They like to w^Frap her in velvet Does an^Gyone anyone, know her name^Am? ^{G Em F Em F G Am}