Simon & Garfunkel - Leaves that are green

^CI was twenty-one ^Dmyears when I ^Gwrote this ^Csong I'm ^Ctwenty-two now, but I ^Fwon't ^Gbe for ^Clong ^FTime hurries ^Gon And the ^Cleaves ^Gthat are ^Fgre^Gen turn to ^Cbrown And they ^Amwither with the wind And they ^Dmcrumble in your ^Ghand.

^COnce my heart was ^Dmfilled with the ^Glove of a ^Cgirl I ^Cheld her close, but she ^Ffaded ^Gin the ^Cnight ^FLike a poem I meant to ^Gwrite And the ^Cleaves ^Gthat are ^Fgre^Gen turn to ^Cbrown And they ^Amwither with the wind And they ^Dmcrumble in your ^Ghand.

^CI threw a ^Dmpebble ^Gin a ^Cbrook ^CAnd watched the ^Fripples ^Grun aw^Cay ^FAnd they never made a ^Gsound And the ^Cleaves ^Gthat are ^Fgre^Gen turn to ^Cbrown And they ^Amwither with the wind And they ^Dmcrumble in your ^Ghand.

^CHello, ^Dmhello, ^Ghello, ^Chello ^CGoodbye, ^Emgoodbye, ^Fgoodbye, ^Cgoodbye

^FThat's all there ^Gis And the ^Cleaves ^Gthat are ^Fgre^Gen turn to ^Cbrown.