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Write A Song A Song
DWrite a song, a song, write a song aEmbout her A7Hum a tune, a tune, hum a tune, you Dmiss her Words that wouldn't rhyme, wouldn't rhyme... It's Emover A7Start another line, start a line aDnew
DmShe's the kinda girl, a man, Lord, reBbmembers ReA7members.. reDmembers... DmShe's the kinda girl you just got to Bblove her If you A7know her and I Dknew her
GSitting in the dark, in the darkness Cof my room I wonder why I Flook the sky, look the sky begins to Dsoftly cry Morning new Grunning through the grass throught the sweet green Cmorning dew Clinging to her Fgolden hair, I had to Dleave her
G /F# /E /D Am D Am D Yesterdays newspaper forcast no rain for today G /F# /E /D Yesterdays news was old news the skies are all grey G /F# /E /D Am D Am D Winter is in labor and soon give birth to the Spring G /F# /E /D And sprinkle the meadow with flowers for my Angeline Heartache and sorrow and sadness, unendlingly find Wings on her memory with them, she flies to my mind She stretched her arms for a moment then went back to sleep While morning stood watching ever so silently weep She opened her eyes, Lord, the minute my feet touched the floor The cold hardwood creaked with each step that I made to the door There I turned to her gently and said, "Hun, just look, Its Spring" Knowing outside the window the Winter looked for Angeline But yesterday's newspaper forcast no rain for today Sitting in the dark...