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I was not able to find a decent chart for the full weather report suite so I went ahead and arranged this. I arranged the prelude from scratch and edited jdarks.com for part 1and rukind.com for Let It Grow. PRELUDE ||:4/4 Em Am/E - E5 | Bm - Am -| G - B7 - | Em - - - :|| |6/8 C G |4/4 Am - - - | G - Bm - | Em - - - | F - - - | Em - - - | | G - - C | G - - -| D - Dm - | G7 - C Am | B7 - Em - | C#7 - F#m - | | C#7 - A - | E - A - | E - A - |2/4 E - | 4/4 E - - - | A - - - | E - - - | A - - -|| --------------------------------------------------------------- (Into Weather Report Suite Part I) (source: jdarks.com)
EWinter rain, now tell me wC#mhy, Summers fade, and rosesD die. The answer C#m7came, the wind and rainF#m.
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Golden hiElls, now veiled in greC#my, Summer leaves have blown awDay. Now what C#m7remains? The wind and rainF#m.
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And liE7ke a desert spriC#ng, My Alover comes and spreGads her wings. DKnowing, like a sGong that's born to soar the sky, FDlowing, flowing 'tGil the waters all are dry, DGrowing, the lCoving in her eyes.
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Circle sEongs and sands of timC#me, C#mSeasons will end in tuDmbled rhyme, And little chC#m7ange, the wind andF#m rain.
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AE7nd like a desert sprinC#g, My Alover comes and sGpreads her wings. DKnowing, like a soGng that's born to soar the sky, DFlowing, flowing 'tGil the rivers all are dry, DGrowing, the lovCing in her eyes.
BWinter gray and falling rainE, BWe'll see summer come aEgain, BDarkness falls and seasons cEhange, (gonna happen every time) BSame old friends the wind and rEain, (we'll see summer by and by) BWinter gray and falling rEain, (summers roses die) BWe'll see summer come aEgain, ELike a song that's born to soar the sky.
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AmMorning comes, she follows the path to the river sBdim7hore AmLightly sung, her song is the latch on the morningâ?Bdim7?™s door AmSee the sun, Csparkle in the reeds AmSilver beads,C pass to the sea Bm D
DShe comes from a town where they call her the wood cutterâ?A7?™s daughter She’s brown as the bank where she kneels down to gatherD her water She bears it away with a love that the river has Bmtaught her AmLet it flow, let it flow, Cwide and clear Em/F#
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Round and round, the cut of the plow in the furrowed fields Season’s round, the bushels of corn and the barley meal Broken ground, open and beckoning To the spring, black dirt live again The plowman is broad as the back of the land he is sowing As he dances the circular track of the plow ever knowing That the work of his days measures more than the planting and growing Let it grow, let it grow, greatly yield
Em/F#What shall we Bsay, shall we Gcall it by a Em/F#name As Cwell to count the Gangels Bm7dancing on a pin Em/F#Water Bbright as the Gsky from which it Em/F#came And the Dname is on the earth that takes it Ain We Cwill not speak, but Gstand inside the Em/F#rain And Clisten Gto the Dthunder Emshout, &Amquot;I am, IC am, IEm/F# am, I am"
Jam on verse pattern So it goes, we make what we made since the world began Nothing more, the love of the women, work of man Seasons round, creatures great and small Up and down, as we rise and fall Fm - E - D Jam on Am7 Jam on Em7 Em F#m G Em F#m G F#m Em F#m G Em