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This is what I put together, so it may not be perfect. However, it is better than what I could find from around the web. Key: E major (Verse 1)
It was a bAusy year for dEeath She cF#mrept about the pEalace. And Awe had poor deEfense And F#mshe had little Emalice A gAentle touch put Ehere - A F#msad and curt emEbrace. A wAooden kiss eEnough To F#mput them in their pElace.
(Chorus)
And where my fAather wEent Is nAot now common kEnowledge; A E The iAnventory was lEent To sAome old Cambridge coEllege. A E
(Interlude) A E C#m A A E C#m A (Verse 2) Same as verse 1 I had little faith then, Nothing spoke to me. When what you see is Gospel, The Gospel isn’t free. And Krishna’s conch is sunk, The lotus not in bloom, Solomon’s song unsung And prayers are called too soon. (Chorus) So where my father went Is wind against the Mountain His love was all but spent So mine is as a fountain. (Verse 3) All the fruit turn red, Some of them are still green But never will you see one That’s stuck and in between. As all came from a garden Where the wind has died down low And there my father went To help the green fruit grow. (Chorus) He tends them with a smile, His fingers stroke the leaves. He’ll never leave the garden, It's all that I believe. (Instrumental Verse, Chorus, and Interlude) End.