Tono: C
Introducción:
C F7M C F
I dreamed that I saw you once down in Morocco
C F7M C F
Your clothes were so old they were new
C F7M C F
You spoke to the Bedouins in their own language
C F7M C F
Of silver and crimson and blue
Am
They said that your singing had altered their vision
G
And yet nothing really had changed
F
The dust from the desert rose up from your eyelids
C G
You said you had conquered the chains
The white wind around us as we stood there talking
F C
The wind and the sun and the sky in your eyes
F G
Was driving you mad I could see
F
And in any language I knew they were saying
C G
The future is cutting us free
We walked in the desert your hands were like velvet
F G Am
Free-e e e e-e-e
F G C
Free-e e e e-e-e
F G Am
Free-e e e e-e-e
F G D
Free-e e e e.............