Gene Clark - The virgin

^BShe went off to the ^C#mcity To ^Efind what she was looking ^Bfor ^BTo identify, to ^C#mreally try To ^Efind herself some ^Bhope ^BWith the summer sun for ^C#mlaughing And the winter rain did ^Epour She was ^Blovelier from ^C#mlearning And from ^Eliving, loving ^Bmore ^BFrom her dancing love and ^C#myoung soul And the ^Egypsies in her ^Bdream To the ^Bpulse of stark accept^C#mance When the ^Ewinds began to f^Breeze With no curfews left to ^C#mhold her And no^C#m walls to shield her ^Epain Finding ^Bout that facts were ^C#molder And that ^Elife forms are i^Bnsane. ^BThe presence of ^C#mprotection seemed To ^Efade, as did her ^Bdoubt That she now was no ^C#mexception Nor was the ^Elove who pushed her ^Bout

Go, hom^C#mesick Virtues s^C#mtrength of mind would r^Eing In the ^Bmaladies of ^C#mmeaning The sad ^Esong she learned to s^Bing. ^BNow, her teachers and ^C#mphilosophers And the ^Epoet's silver t^Bhroat Are the vessels which on ^C#mwisdom's karmic ^Eocean she will ^Bfloat. Was this her revo^C#mlution, Just a child in love's ^Ecrusade, With the ^Bquestion in her innoce^C#mnce Through the ^Elies her eyes betr^Bayed?