Simon & Garfunkel

^D I was twenty-one ^Em years when ^A I wrote this ^D song.
Im twenty-two now but I ^C wont be for ^D long
^G Time h ^A urries on.
And the ^D leaves ^C that are ^G gre ^A en turn to ^D brown,
And they ^Bm wither with the wind,
And they ^A crumble in your hand.
and so on...