Ralph McTell - When they were young

^CThis is for those who were ^Amlucky enough to fall in ^Dm7love When ^Gthey were ^Cyoung ^CNot just that usual ^Amteenage stuff A ^Dm7fumble of feelings a^Gll fingers and tongues ^FIntertwining ^Gbreath ^Ftouch like trembling ^Gleaves

^CThis is for those who were ^Amreally free Though ^Dm7locked in a mutual field ^Gof vision ^CEach others eyes are all they ^Amsee A ^Dm7jail without walls an op^Gen prison ^FEven when a^Gpart in ^Fearshot of the ^Gheart

And ^Cthis is for those who ^Amknowing the risk Threw ^Dm7caution to the wind ^Gof chance ^CAbandoned in the ^Amsinging mist As ^Dm7on the precipi^Gce they danced ^FSeeds of syca^Gmore ^Fspinning to the ^Gfloor

^CThis is for those who with^Amout complaint ^Dm7Lay on a bed ^Gof their own making Their ^Csated hunger ^Amleft them faint Through ^Dm7fitful sleep ^Gto cruel awakening ^FFor their pities ^Gsake the ^Fcradling bough must ^Gbreak

^CBut this is for those who ^Amloved so strong That it ^Dm7shattered the rocks a^Gnd left them aching ^CStunned into silence both d^Ameafened and dumb By the ^Dm7terrible sound ^Gof one heart breaking ^FCharred and acrid ^Gbreeze ^Flightening blackened ^Gtrees

^CBut this is for those who were ^Amlucky enough To fall in ^Dm7love When ^Gthey were ^Cyoung