Incredible String Band

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Em} When the ^C morning of your eyes comes ^G waking through my ^C shadows
^Em Leaving ^C just a trace of t ^D7 wilight s ^G leep,
I ^Em whisper ^C to the baby raindrops ^G playing on my ^C window,
And ^Em tell them ^C gently ^G this is not the ^D7 time that they should ^G weep.
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For ^D7 somewhere in my mind there is a ^G painting box,
^D7 I have every color there it's ^G true.
Just ^D7 lately when I look inside my ^G painting box,
I ^D7 seem to pick the colors of ^G you.
My ^Em Friday ^C evening's foot-steps plodding ^G dully through this ^C black town,
Are ^Em far ^C away now from the ^D7 world that I'm ^G in.
My ^Em eyes are ^C listening to some sounds that I ^G think just might be ^C springtime,
With ^Em daffo- ^C dils be ^G tween my toes I'm ^D7 laughing at their ^G whim,
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The ^Em purple ^C sail above me catches ^G all the strength of ^C summer.
^Em Fishes s ^C top and ask me ^D7 where I am ^G bound.
I ^Em smile and ^C shake my head and say my ^G little ship is ^C sinking,
But I ^Em kind of ^C like the ^G sea that I'm on, and I don't ^D7 mind if I do ^G drown.
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