C [Verse 1]G7 F C Well it's many a fine lady has walked along beside meEm F G7 With their flesh made of velvet and their eyes made of rainC G7 F C Well some tried to hold me, to hurt me, to hide meEm F G7 C And some turned away, not to look back again [Verse 2]G7 F C One stood among them, I remember most clearlyEm F G7 Well her sorrows were heavy, and her laughter was slowC G7 F C Well I courted her gently, and I loved her most dearlyEm 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 loftyEm F G7 With her face like a daydream and her hair like the shawlC G7 F C Worn by a mourner, as he steals away softlyEm 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 windEm F G7 Slashing and slicing to take him his tollC G7 F C And endlessly creatures of darkness were cuttingEm 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 unendingEm F G7 Well her eyes - they lay hollow and her face petrifiedC G7 F C Well some will go laughing and others condemningEm F G7 C Oh but who there among you could have told her goodbye?
Many A Fine Lady
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