Capo 2
Intro: (Am)(G)(Em)...(Am)(G)(Em)...(Am)(G)(Em)...(Am)(G)(Em)...
(Am)Love is a (D)tanglewood (Am)tree
In a (D)bower of (Am)green
In a (G)forest at (Am)dawn (G)(Em)
(Am)Fair while the (D)mockingbird (Am)sings
But she (D)soon lifts her (Am)wings
And the (G)music is (Am)gone
(G)Young lovers in the (C)tall grass with their (G)hearts open (C)wide
When the (Em)red summer (Bm)poppies (C)bloom
But (Am)love is a (D)trackless do(Am)main
And the (D)rumor of (Am)rain
In the (G)late after(Am)noon (G)(Em) . . . (Am)(G)(Em)
(Am)Love is an (D)old root that (Am)creeps
Through the (D)meadows of (Am)sleep
When the (G)long shadows (Am)cast (G)(Em)
(Am)Thin as a (D)vagrant young (Am)vine
It (D)encircles and (Am)twines
And it (G)holds the heart (Am)fast
(G)Catches dreamers in the (C)wildwood with the (G)stars in their (C)eyes
And the (Em)moon in their (Bm)tousled (C)hair
But (Am)love is a (D)light in the (Am)sky
And an (D)unspoken (Am)lie
And a (G)half-whispered (Am)prayer
(G)(C)...(G)(C)...(Em)(Bm)(C)...(Am)(D)...(Am)(D)...(Am)(G)(Am)
(Em)I'm walkin down a (C)bone-dry river
But the (G)cool mirage runs (D)true
(Em)I'm bankin on the (C)fables
Of the (G)far, far better (D)things we do
(Em)I'm livin for the day of reck'nin
(C)Countin (D)down the (G)hours
(C)I yearn away, (D)I burn away
(C)I turn away the (D)fairest flower of love, 'cause darlin . . .
Love's garden of thorns, how it grows
Black crow in the corn, hummin low
Brake nettle so pretty and wild
And thistles surround the edge of the dim dark hour
As the sun moves away
Lamenting a lost summer day
Who nurtures the faith of a child
When nothing remains to cover her eyes?
My body has a number, maybe my face has a name
Each hour like each hour before
This longing is a voice on the wind
She cultivates the wages of sin
In a Tanglewood Tree
(Am)Love is a (D)garden of (Am)thorns
And a (D)crow in the (Am)corn
And the (G)brake growin (Am)wild (G)(Em)
(Am)Cold when the (D)summer is (Am)spent
In the (D)jade heart's la(Am)ment
For the (G)faith of a (Am)child
(G)My body has a (C)number and my (G)face has a (C)name
And each (Em)day looks the (Bm)same to (C)me
But (Am)love is a (D)voice on the (Am)wind
And the (D)wages of (Am)sin
And a (G)tanglewood (Am)tree (G)(Em) . . .(Am)(G)(Em) . . .(Am)
