Priests

Judy Collins

Tom original: Am Capotraste: Sem capotraste Acordes: 6

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Bm

Verse 1

                        F              G
And who will write love songs for you?
                  F
When I am lord at last
         Bm   Em          F
And your body is a little highway shrine
G           E7           D
That all my priests have passed
            F            Em       Bm
That all my priests have passed

Verse 2

                         F              G
My priests they will put flowers there
                           F
They will stand before the glass
            Bm    Em              F
But they'll wear away your little window, love
G                 E7     D
They will trample on the grass
                  F      Em      Bm
They will trample on the grass

Verse 3

             F              G
And who will aim the arrow
                                  F
That men will follow through your grace
     Bm   Em      F
When I am lord of memory
G                       E7        D
And all your armour has turned to lace
                        F         Em     Bm
And all your armour has turned to lace?

Verse 4

           F               G
The simple life of heroes
                        F
And the twisted life of saints
          Bm Em       F
They just confuse the sunny calendar
G                  E7     D
With their red and golden paints
                   F      Em      Bm
With their red and golden paints

Verse 5

                    F               G
And all of you have seen the dance
                       F
That god has kept from me
           Bm   Em          F
But he has seen me watching you
G             E7         D
When all your minds were free
              F          Em    Bm
When all your minds were free

Verse 6

                        F              G
And who will write love songs for you?
                  F
When I am lord at last
         Bm   Em          F
And your body is a little highway shrine
G           E7           D
That all my priests have passed
            F            Em       Bm
That all my priests have passed

Verse 7

                         F              G
My priests they will put flowers there
                           F
They will stand before the glass
            Bm    Em              F
But they'll wear away your little window, love
G                 E7     D
They will trample on the grass
                  F      Em      Bm
They will trample on the grass

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