Procol Harum - Quite rightly so

^GFor you whose eyes were opened ^Dwide^B7....^Emwhilst ^Gmine refused to ^Csee. ^GI'm sore in need of saving ^Dgrace^B7....^Embe ^Gkind and humour ^Cme. ^B7I'm lost amidst a sea of ^Emwheat^C..^A... ^Gwhere people ^Dspeak, ^Cbut seldom ^Dmeet. ^GAnd grief and laughter, ^Cstrange but true...although they die, ^Gthey seldom ^Dmcrrrrrry.^C

^GAn ode by any other ^Dname, yeah^B7.....^EmI ^Gknow might read more ^Csweet. ^GPerhaps the sun will never ^Dshine^B7....^Emup..^Gon my field of ^Cwheat. ^B7But still in closing, let me ^Emsay.^C..^A....^Gfor those too ^Dsick, ^Cyeah, too sick to ^Dsee..^Gthough nothing shows, ^Cyes, someone knows.. ^CI wish that one was ^Gme.^D

^GAn ode by any other ^Dname, yeah^B7.....^EmI ^Gknow might read more ^Csweet. ^GPerhaps the sun will never ^Dshine^B7....^Emup..^Gon my field of ^Cwheat. ^B7But still in closing, let me ^Emsay.^C..^A....^Gfor those too ^Dsick, ^Ctoo sick to ^Dsee..^Gthough nothing shows, ^Cyes, someone knows.. ^CI wish that one was ^Gme.^D

^GThough nothing shows.^C...yes, someone knows.. ^CI wish that one was ^Gme. ^GThough nothing shows.^C...yes, someone knows.. ^CI wish that one was ^Gme..(Fade.)