Gordon Lightfoot - The way i feel

^AmThe way I ^Em7feel is like a ^Amrobin, Whose babes have ^Em7flown to come no ^Ammore, like a tall oak ^Em7tree alone and ^Amcryin', When the birds have ^Em7flown and the nest is ^Ambare.

^AmNow a woman ^Em7Lord, is like a ^Amyoung bird, And the tall oak ^Em7tree is a young man's ^Amheart. Among its ^Em7boughs you'll find her ^Amnesting, ^AmWhen the nights are ^Em7cool, she's warm and ^Amdry.

Your coat of ^Em7green, it will pro^Amtect her, Her wings will ^Em7grow, your love will ^Amtoo, But all too ^Em7soon your mighty ^Ambranches, Will cease to ^Em7hold her. She'll fly from ^Amyou.

^AmNow the way I ^Em7feel is like a ^Amrobin, Whose babes have ^Em7flown to come no ^Ammore. Like a tall oak ^Em7tree alone and ^Amcryin', When the birds have ^Em7flown and the nest is ^Ambare. When the birds have ^Em7flown and the nest is ^Ambare.