Gordon Bok - A song for angela

A cold wind's blowing, Ange^Fla ^Dm7 Do up your coat against the ^Gchill ^C And pay no mind to things you ^Fhear ^G They're mindless calls of whippoor^Cwills

I know some hurtful words were ^Fsaid ^Dm7 And that they made you feel a^Gshamed ^C They've got you tangled in their ^Fweb ^G Don't let them cause you so much ^Cpain ^F

But believe that ^Gtime can ^Dm7heal the ^Churting The ^Fshadows disap^Gpear, and ^Cso will ^G/Ball the ^Amscars ^{C F} One day you'll ^Glook inside and ^Cknow just ^G/Bwho you ^Amare Though ^Dmsome^Ctimes the ^Fseeing isn't ^Ceasy, Ange^Gla

Ange^Cla, those pretty braids you ^Fwore ^Dm7 As shiny black as ravens' ^Gwings ^C Lay cut and scattered on the ^Ffloor ^G One day you'll grow them back a^Cgain

But believe that ^Gtime can ^Dm7heal the ^Churting The ^Fshadows disap^Gpear, and ^Cso will ^G/Ball the ^Amscars ^{C F} One day you'll ^Glook inside and ^Cknow just ^G/Bwho you ^Amare Though ^Dmsome^Ctimes the ^Fseeing isn't ^Ceasy, Ange^Gla

Ange^Cla, those pretty braids you ^Fwore ^Dm7 As shiny black as ravens' ^Gwings ^C Lay cut and scattered on the ^Ffloor ^G One day you'll grow them back a^Cgain

One day your pride will rise and ^Fsoar ^G And you will let them grow a^Cgain, Ange^Gla And you will let them grow a^Cgain ^{G C}