Jethro Tull - First snow on brooklyn

^Gm I flew in on the evening ^Fplane ^Gm Is it such a good idea that I am ^Fhere again?^{C Dm} And I could ^Fcut my cold breath^C with a knife ^Dm And taste the ^Fwinter of a^Cnother life^Dm

^Gm A yellow cab from JFK, the ^Flong way round I didn't ^Gmmind... gave me thinking time be^Ffore I ran aground ^Dm On rocky ^Fmemories and ^Cchoking tears I b^Dmelieve it only ^Frained round here these ^Cthirty ^Dmyears

Now, it's the ^Ebfirst snow on ^DmBrooklyn and my ^Bbcold feet are ^Gmdrumming ^Cm You don't see me in the ^Gmshadows from your ^Bbcozy window ^Fframe And last night, ^Ebwho was in your ^Dmparlour wrapping ^Bbpresents in the ^Gmlate hour ^Cm To place upon your ^Gmpillow as the ^Fmorning came?

^Gm Thin wind stings my face... pull ^Fcollar up ^Gm I could murder coffee in a ^Fgrande cup^{C Dm} No welcome ^Fdeli; there's no ^CStarbucks here ^Dm A dime for a ^Fquick phone call could ^Ccost me dear^Dm

And the ^Ebfirst snow on ^DmBrooklyn paints a ^BbChristmas card upon the ^Gmpavement ^Cm The cab leaves a disap^Gmpearing trace and ^Bbthen it's gone^F And the ^Ebsnow covers my ^Dmfootprints, deep reg^Bbrets and heavy ^Gmheartbeats ^Cm When you wake you'll never ^Gmsee the spot that I was ^Fstanding on

^Gm I flew in on the evening ^Fplane ^Gm Is it such a good idea that I am ^Fhere again?^{C Dm} And I could ^Fcut my cold breath^C with a knife ^Dm And taste the ^Fwinter of a^Cnother life^Dm

Now, it's the ^Ebfirst snow on ^DmBrooklyn and my ^Bbcold feet are ^Gmdrumming ^Cm You don't see me in the ^Gmshadows from your ^Bbcozy window ^Fframe And last night, ^Ebwho was in your ^Dmparlour wrapping ^Bbpresents in the ^Gmlate hour ^Cm To place upon your ^Gmpillow as the ^Fmorning came?

Some ^Ebthings are best for^Dmgotten... some are ^Bbbetter half-re^Gmmembered ^Cm I just thought that I might ^Gmbe there on your, ^Bbon your Christmas ^Fnight And the ^Ebfirst snow on ^DmBrooklyn makes a ^Bblonely road to ^Gmtravel ^Cm Cold crunch steps that ^Gmecho as the ^Fblizzard bites