Judy Collins - Song for duke

I didn’t even know the ^Cman I didn’t know the ^Dmman himself Even though his music ^Gfilled my life As it has so many o^Cthers

I knew that he had died that ^Cweek After fighting death a ^Dmyear or more But I had had a ^Grule before That funerals were a waste of flo^Cwers

But something said I ^Amhad to go To be a witness to his ^Emgift of love A man who never once gave ^Fup on life Until death ^Dmtook him in its ^Gtracks

The people stood around the ^Cchurch Ten thousand people there they ^Dmsay or more Black and white and ^Grich and poor Together they were there to say fare^Cwell

In New York City it had rained that ^Cday The streets were silver and the ^Dmsky was gray In the church the music ^Gsailed and sang And seemed to fill the air with shining ^Csun

The man was a ^Amhero He played the music ^Emof our souls He knew that we all ^Fhave in us A place where ^Dmbeauty always ^Ggrows

Outside in the streets ^Cagain The people wandered through the ^Dmfalling rain They waved their hands and ^Gdried their tears And turned to go about their lives a^Cgain

But none of us will be the ^Csame If we hear the things his ^Dmmusic says That loving is the ^Ggift of life And making music was his way of ^Clove

The man was a ^Amhero He sang the music ^Emof our souls He knew that we all ^Fhave in us A place where ^Dmbeauty always ^Ggrows Always g^Crows