Cifras
Many A Fine Lady

Tom: C

Introdução: C    

                          G7                                                 F                                    C  
Well it's many a fine lady has walked along beside me
                                Em                            F                                                                            G7  
With their flesh made of velvet and their eyes made of rain
             C                                 G7                         F                            C  
Well some tried to hold me, to hurt me, to hide me
          Em                            F                            G7                         C  
And some turned away, not to look back again
verse 2
G7                                                              F                            C  
One stood among them, I remember most clearly
                        Em                            F                                                                      G7  
Well her sorrows were heavy, and her laughter was slow
                  C                            G7                              F                                    C  
Well I courted her gently, and I loved her most dearly
                Em                         F                    G7                         C  
And I came her majestic reflections to know
verse 3
                  G7                                                                         F                         C  
oh her words, like a mountain, stood lonely and lofty
                        Em                                 F                                                                         G7  
With her face like a daydream and her hair like the shawl
C                      G7                                 F                            C  
Worn by a mourner, as he steals away softly
             Em                                      F                                    G7                      C  
From those that would have him mourn nothing at all
verse 4
          G7                                                    F                            C  
Oh, endlessly sorrow rode high on the north wind
Em                            F                                                            G7  
Slashing and slicing to take him his toll
          C                      G7                            F                                 C  
And endlessly creatures of darkness were cutting
                Em                                            F                         G7                         C  
Their paths through the walls that shelter the soul
Bridge
C    G7    F      C  
Verse 5
                  G7                                                 F                      C  
Ah but no longer gypsy-like sadness unending
                        Em                                    F                                                              G7  
Well her eyes - they lay hollow and her face petrified
             C                              G7                            F                      C  
Well some will go laughing and others condemning
                  Em                      F                                                 G7                            C  
Oh but who there among you could have told her goodbye?
Outro
C      G7            F              C