Procol Harum - Quite rightly so

^CFor you whose eyes were opened ^Gwide^E7....^Amwhilst ^Cmine refused to ^Fsee. ^CI'm sore in need of saving ^Ggrace^E7....^Ambe ^Ckind and humour ^Fme. ^E7I'm lost amidst a sea of ^Amwheat^F..^D... ^Cwhere people ^Gspeak, ^Fbut seldom ^Gmeet. ^CAnd grief and laughter, ^Fstrange but true...although they die, ^Cthey seldom ^Gmcrrrrrry.^F

^CAn ode by any other ^Gname, yeah^E7.....^AmI ^Cknow might read more ^Fsweet. ^CPerhaps the sun will never ^Gshine^E7....^Amup..^Con my field of ^Fwheat. ^E7But still in closing, let me ^Amsay.^F..^D....^Cfor those too ^Gsick, ^Fyeah, too sick to ^Gsee..^Cthough nothing shows, ^Fyes, someone knows.. ^FI wish that one was ^Cme.^G

^CAn ode by any other ^Gname, yeah^E7.....^AmI ^Cknow might read more ^Fsweet. ^CPerhaps the sun will never ^Gshine^E7....^Amup..^Con my field of ^Fwheat. ^E7But still in closing, let me ^Amsay.^F..^D....^Cfor those too ^Gsick, ^Ftoo sick to ^Gsee..^Cthough nothing shows, ^Fyes, someone knows.. ^FI wish that one was ^Cme.^G

^CThough nothing shows.^F...yes, someone knows.. ^FI wish that one was ^Cme. ^CThough nothing shows.^F...yes, someone knows.. ^FI wish that one was ^Cme..(Fade.)