Cifras
Gulls

Tom: C

Introdução:

 C                           G 
Good Doctor Brian
                           C 
He fell in love
                                   G 
With the purple seas
                                       C 
Of such rose and silk
                                     Am 
But in what got drove
                 C 
Away, away
                                       G 
Like the soaring ghost
                                           C 
All the white dove sees
                                   G 
One night he begged
                                 C 
She?d be his bride
                               C 
But she said ?no?
                         G 
It cannot wait
                         Am 
Just like gulls
                                         C 
With their hungry tries
                           G 
I love you less
                                       C 
Than the one got tied
                           F 
Out he did grew
                                 C 
Oh such cruel words
                                     G 
And although this is
                   Am 
A shiny cell
                         C 
He took a rock
                               G 
And threw it high
                           G 
And hawk a gull
                                           C 
From the wine dark sand

                         G 
In twilet dust
                               C 
In a blacky witch
                             F 
The doctor burned
                                 C 
Warm wood and pitch
                           Am 
And with a fist
                                   C 
Will bring your dirt
                               G 
Deep in the night
                                         C 
For that one girl heart
                               F 
And then she came
                                         C 
With those rosy sleeves
                               G 
To touch his hands
                                         Am 
With such a wilder kiss
                                 C 
His black top hat
                                       G 
To the breeze it went
                                       G 
And his flapping arms
                               C 
Grew feather plan
                                   G 
His face is stretched
                                   C 
To a sharpened way
                                   F 
And now he?s strange
                                                 C 
To feel the wild dark wind
                           Am 
But all he found
                                   C 
And thought to find
                             G 
Those rosy sleeves
                                     C 
Held them oh so tight