Utah Phillips - I think of you

I lo^Dok to see the wildflowers ^Ablooming & wonder why they seem so^E7 plain. The sp^Dringtime rides all the brown hills o^Aver, young birds sin^Eg in a silver rain. I thi^Dnk of you as the night rolls ^Aby, you're on my min^E7d the whole night through, Far awa^Dy in a lonesome c^Aity, All the time you^E7're gone, I think^A of yo^Du.

And wh^Den my world has turned to ^Asunlight, And the dust^E7 clouds stand in the summe^Ar sky, I'll number all the climbin^Eg roses, Watch^A to see the milkweed ^Dfly.

And when I hear the soft wind ^Amoaning Like an an^E7gel's voice from a far-off^A shore, My days^A slip by like light snow ^Efalling, Or dry ^Abrown leaves blown by my ^Ddoor.