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From: bearce@hpcc01.corp.hp.com (Phil Bearce) >From phil@hpmsfpb.sj.hp.com Tue Aug 18 08:53 PDT 1992 Long Ago And Far Away James Taylor Dm G C Long ago a young man sits and plays his waiting game
But things Amare not the same itAm7 seems as in suchDm tender dreams G Slowly Dmpassing sailing ships aGnd Sunday aCfterCm7noon F Like peAmople on the moon I Am7see are things Dmnot meant to be G7
CHORUS: Cm7 G Where do those golden rainbows end
Why is this song so sCm7ad G Dreaming the dreams ICm7've dreamed my friend G Loving the love I lovCm7e to... G
DmLove is just a word I Gheard when Cthings are Cm7being Fsaid StoriesAm my poor head haAm7s told me cannot Dmstand the cold G And in Dmbetween what might have been anGd what haCs come toCm7 pass F A misbegoAmtten guess alas and bits ofDm broken glass G7
CHORUS: Cm7 G Where do your golden rainbows end
Cm7Why is this song I Gsing so sad Dreaming the dreams ICm7 dream my friend G Loving Cm7the love I Glove to love...Cm7 to love.. G
________________________________________________________________ ___ Phil Bearce at HP San Jose - Components (/__) /_ . /) internet: phil@hpmsfpb.sj.hp.com / / )_(__(_ - "Look out for that root." -James Taylor ________________________________________________________________ From: sjohnson@usa.net Long Ago And Far Away James Taylor (c) 1970 Blackwood Music Bm F#/B Bm7 D/E Amaj7 Dmaj7 Long ago a young man sits and plays his waiting game C#m G#/C# C#m7 F#m7 Bm7 D/E But things are not the same it seems, as in such tender dreams Bm F#/B Bm7 D/E Amaj7 Dmaj7 Slowly passing sailing ships and Sunday afternoon C#m G#/C# C#m7 F#m7 Bm7 D/E Like people on the moon I see are things not meant to be
Amaj9Where do those golden Dmaj9rainbows end Amaj9 Why is this song so Dmaj9sad Amaj9Dreaming the dreams I'Dmaj9ve dreamed my friend Amaj9Loving the Dmaj9love I lAmaj9ove to...
Bm F#/B Bm7 D/E Amaj7 Dmaj7 Love is just a word I heard when things are being said C#m G#/C# C#m7 F#m7 Bm7 D/E Stories my poor head has told me cannot stand the cold Bm F#/B Bm7 D/E Amaj7 Dmaj7 And in be-tween what might have been and what has come to pass C#m G#/C# C#m7 F#m7 Bm7 D/E A mis-be-gotten guess a-las and bits of broken glass
Amaj9Where do your golden rDmaj9ainbows end Amaj9Why is this song I sinDmaj9g so sad Amaj9Dreaming the dreams I Dmaj9dream my friend Amaj9Loving the Dmaj9love I love to Amaj9love... to Dmaj9love.. 3x||: Amaj9 Dmaj9 :|| Amaj7 --- Amaj9: x02100 Dmaj9: 0x0220 F#/B: 224322 G#/C#: 446544