Ralph McTell - West 4th street and jones

^GFebruary sixty three the ^Ccold would chill your ^Gbones ^GThere's a couple walking down the road West 4th Street and ^DJones ^GShoulders hunched against the cold ^GThey ^Cwalked through melting ^Emsnow ^GShe smiles for the camera ^GAnd he ^Daffected not to ^Gknow

^GHis hands deep in his pockets, ^Chis head was slightly ^Gbowed ^GAll the studied nonchalance, the weather would ^Dallow ^GHer arms wrapped around him like a shawl ^GTo ^Ckeep him from the ^Emcold ^GLove so warm can melt away ^GWhat ^Donce she had to ^Ghold

^GSpring came late in sixty three a^Cnd faded like a ^Gkiss ^GWinter came in early, landed like a ^Dfist ^GWhen Kennedy got shot ^GIn that ^CLincoln Limou^Emsine ^GDrenched us all in blood and splintered bone

^GRight o^Dn our TV ^Gscreen [Verse 4]

^GWhen I kissed my girl on Gower Street^C how was I to ^Gknow ^GThat we'd begun to drift apart as I stumbled through ^DSoho ^GIn the unforgiving neon light ^GThe w^Cords she could not ^Emspeak ^GWere written in her mascara ^GThat dr^Died upon my ^Gcheek

^GBut the world will keep on turning, ^Cyoung lovers drift ^Gapart ^GBob and Suzy's rhyming steps leave footprints on the ^Dheart ^GIn the jingle jangle morning ^GDylan and ^CRotto^Emllo ^GIn a freeze frame photograph ^GEternally,^D tomo^Grrow.