Key: A
Introduction:
Dm
Standing here
Bb
The old man said to me,
C
"Long before these crowded streets
Am
Here stood my dreaming tree."
Below it he would sit (continua a sequencia)
A G
Oh, have you no pity?
F
This thing I do
D
I do not deny it
All through this smile
A G
As crooked as danger
F
I do not deny
D
I know in my mind
A
I would leave you now
G
If I had the strength to
F
I would leave you up
D
To your own devices
A
Will you not talk?
G
Can you take pity?
F
I don't ask much
C A
But won't you speak, please?
Dm
From the start
Bb
She knew she had it made
C
Easy up 'til then
Am
For sure she'd make the grade
Adorers came in hordes