Grateful Dead - Rosemary

^EHer b^Doots were of leather a breath of cologne ^AHer ^Bmmirror wa^As ^Ethe window she sat quite alone ^EAll ^F#around her the garden then grew ^AScarl^Bmet and pu^Arple^E and crimson and blue

^EShe ca^Dme and she went and at last went away ^AHer gard^Bmen was se^Aaled whe^En the flowers decayed ^EOn th^F#e wall of the garden a legend did say N^Ao one^Bm may com^Ae here s^Bmince no one may stay