Gordon Lightfoot - The way i feel

^DmThe way I ^Am7feel is like a ^Dmrobin, Whose babes have ^Am7flown to come no ^Dmmore, like a tall oak ^Am7tree alone and ^Dmcryin', When the birds have ^Am7flown and the nest is ^Dmbare.

^DmNow a woman ^Am7Lord, is like a ^Dmyoung bird, And the tall oak ^Am7tree is a young man's ^Dmheart. Among its ^Am7boughs you'll find her ^Dmnesting, ^DmWhen the nights are ^Am7cool, she's warm and ^Dmdry.

Your coat of ^Am7green, it will pro^Dmtect her, Her wings will ^Am7grow, your love will ^Dmtoo, But all too ^Am7soon your mighty ^Dmbranches, Will cease to ^Am7hold her. She'll fly from ^Dmyou.

^DmNow the way I ^Am7feel is like a ^Dmrobin, Whose babes have ^Am7flown to come no ^Dmmore. Like a tall oak ^Am7tree alone and ^Dmcryin', When the birds have ^Am7flown and the nest is ^Dmbare. When the birds have ^Am7flown and the nest is ^Dmbare.