Blackbird was in the field and the sun was getting
dim
E E/F#(*) A E
The breeze running through the trees like an
organ in a hymn
F#m E F#m C#m
Thoughts were suspended like a leaf out on a limb
E E/F#(*) A E
Fire was burning low and the winter coming in
E E/F#(*) A E
Now some music was playing in the background of
the night
E E/F#(*) A E
Some friends from around came in and they all
said things were high
F#m E F#m C#m
And we spoke of a stranger that we all met on the
way
E E/F#(*) A E
Who said there was danger in those who watch out
for their greed
E E/F#(*) A E
Now the summer is past the grain and the river
getting high
E E/F#(*) A E
It`s amazing a month can bring so many things
that can get by
F#m E F#m C#m
The old ways were drowning to the new ones with a
sigh
E E/F#(*) A E
It seems so incredible that sometimes I could
cry.
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