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The Birds of St. Marks by Jackson Browne Tabbed using the version off of Solo Acoustic, Vol. 1 (the only version available, I think). Put a capo on the first fret or tune each string down a half-step. ---
COh how sad they sound, the songs, the queen must sing of dying A pAmrisoner upon her throne oFf melancholy siAmghing G If she could see heFr mirror noGw She would be free of Fthose who bow G And scrape the ground beFneath her feet
CSilently she walks among her dying midnight roses And watAmches as each moment goFes that never really know us G And so it seemsF she doesn't care G If she has dreamFs of no one there G Within the shadowFs of her room
But alCl my frozen words aAmgree, and say it's time to CCall back all the birds FI sent to fly behind her castle walls G And I'm wearyAm of the nights IG've seen FInside these empty halls C
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CWooden lady turn and turn among my weary secrets And wavFe within the hours past and other empty pocketsAm G Maybe we've found whFat we have lost G When we've unwound so Fmany crossed G Entangling misunderstandings F
But alCl my frozen words aAmgree, and say it's time to CCall back all the birds FI sent to fly behind her castle walls G And I'm wearyAm of the nights IG've seen FInside these empty halls C