Jackson Browne - The birds of st marks

^DOh how sad they sound the songs The queen must sing of dying A ^Gprisoner upon her throne Of meloncoly ^Asighing If she could ^Gsee her mirror ^Anow She would be f^Gree of those who ^Abow And scrape the ^Gground benneth her f^Aeet ^DSilently she walks among her

^GWatches as each moment goes That never really ^Aknow us And if it ^Gseems She doesn't c^Aare If she has d^Greams of no one ^Athere Within the s^Ghadows of her r^Aoom But a^Dll my frozen w^Gords agree and say it's time to ^DCall back all the ^Gbirds I sent to fly behind her ^ACastle walls, and I'm w^Deary of the n^Gights I've seen ^AInside these empty ^Dhalls

^DWooden lady turn and turn Among my weary secrets And w^Gay within the hours past and other empty p^Aockets Maybe we've f^Gound what we have l^Aost When we've u^Gnwound so many c^Arossed Intangl^Ging misunder^Astanding But a^Dll my frozen ^Gwords agree and say it's time to ^DCall back all the ^Gbirds I've sent to fly behind her ^ACastle walls, and I'm ^Dweary of the n^Gights I've seen ^AInside these e^Dmpty walls