John Stewart - The raven

^ASunrise, colouring the ^Dhighway ^AYour eyes, sleeping in the ^Dsun And when you ^F#mrise and listen to the ^Dsong ^Aagain Then you'll ^Dknow, that the ^Awings have ^Ecome A D A D

^ADark wings, shadow on the h^Dighway ^AThe wind sings, following t^Dhe sun And when you ^F#mrise and listen to the ^Dsong ^Aagain Then you'll ^Dknow, that the ^Awings have ^Ecome

There are ^F#mwings,^E of the raven on the^D wind There are ^F#mwings,^E of the raven on the^D wind Tugging at my ^Elifeline ^{D E}Calling me ^Dagain A D A D

^AA long rain, is following t^Dhe sunrise ^AA slow train, beckons like ^Da drum And when you ^F#mrise and listen to the ^Dsong ^Aagain Then you'll ^Dknow, that the ^Awings have ^Ecome

There are ^F#mwings, ^Eof the raven on the ^Dwind There are ^F#mwings, ^Eof the raven on the ^Dwind Tugging at my ^Elifeline ^{D E}Calling me ^Dagain

And when you ^F#mrise and listen to the ^Dsong ^Aagain Then you'll ^Dknow, that the ^Awings have ^Ecome

There are win^F#mgs, of the raven on the^D wind^A There are win^F#mgs, of the raven on the^D wind^A There are win^F#mgs, of the raven on the^D wind^A