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CYCLONE
BmMost of our years hDave flown aAway with nothing much decided E GExcept the bDoard we′re playAing on, hoBmw it′s to be divided Will more years yet die alone? The question′s many-sided Got no answers of my own and none have been provided
CHORUS
BmWhen I was aD boy there was notAhing to know E DThe wBmind foAllowed me whBmerever I′d go Rain came down where I made my stand And the cyclone rose with a wave of my hand
VERSE There is a game that′s only played in a darkened room with strangers Dealt down and dirty with unmarked cards eyes closed to dangers Jealousy folds without playing its hold card, romance raises grinning I spent several lifetimes there where I could not lose for winning CHORUS When I was a boy there was love for free Glad to be given and received by me Rain came down where I made my stand And the cyclone rose with a wave of my hand I believe I can still make the cyclone rise Just can′t see it so well, with my fading eyes
BmA mystery to myself notD everything now I wasA born to be E GAll I know is when DI wanted it so, the windBm itself rose for me
You know, if it wasn′t for love I might just be a wandering man But believe I′ve made the better choice To sing about it with this band
BmWhen I was Aa boy, I cEould summon the moon WiDth a crooAk of the finBmger and a home-made tune
I could ride the clouds when they sailed on by And sing all the words to a wildcat′s cry When I was a boy there was nothing to know The wind followed me wherever I′d go Rain came down where I made my stand And the cyclone rose with a wave of my hand I believe I can still make the cyclone rise And the cyclone rose Wave of my hand Rain came down where I made my stand