Gene Clark - Only colombe

^GThe warm wind will not blow tonight ^CFor the fog enshrouds landing light ^AmAs she said she might have heard a bell ^Gtolling ^GThough a gold ship sails her clouds and dreams ^CThrough the crashing seas she finds it seems ^AmThat the shore she's looking for is hardly ^Gshowing ^DOh what is this song she's ^Csinging ^DOh could it be for s^Comeone, being her, her ^Geverything ^GHer paradisiac age and seas ^CWhisper tongues into philosophies ^AmAs petite Colombe has only what she's been ^Gstealing ^GTapestries that drape her walls ^CTelling heroes she has witnessed fall ^AmWhile the hallway leaves them all blank to the ^Gceiling ^DOh again this song she's ^Csinging ^DOh could it be for some^Cone, being her, her every ^Gdream ^GBeneath the deep and broken wall ^CThe reflecting glass of time it falls ^AmThrough the crack she said she heard the ocean ^Gcalling ^GFoghorn cries profanity ^CAt the master of insanity ^AmAs she watches ruins, leading me and ^Gsobbing ^DOh again this song she's ^Csinging ^DOh could it be for ^Csomeone, being her, her ^Geverything.