Jethro Tull - Moths

The ^Dleaded window opened to move the ^Bmdancing candle flame And the ^Emfirst Moths of summer ^Gsui^Dcidal ^Acame, oh, ^Gsui^Acidal ^Bmcame. And a ^Dnew breeze chattered in its ^BmMay-bud tenderness Sending ^Emwater-lil^Em7lies ^Asailing as she ^Gturned to ^Aget und^Bmressed. And the ^Dlong night awakened and we ^Bmsoared on powdered wings ^EmCircling our tomorrows in the ^Gwary ^Dmonth of ^ASpring. Chasing shadows ^Dslipping in a ^Bmmagic lantern slide ^EmCreatures of the ^Acandle on a ^Gnight-^Alight-^Bmride. ^DDipping and weaving - flutter through the ^Bmgolden needle's eye in our ^Emhaystack madness. Butterfly-stroking on a ^GSpring-^Dtide ^Ahigh, oh, on a ^GSpring-^Atide ^Bmhigh.

^ELife's too ^C#mlong (as the ^ALemming ^Bsaid) as the ^C#mcandle ^Bbburned and the ^F#Moths ^C#were ^Ebmwed. And we'll ^Aall burn tog^Bether as the ^Ewick ^Bgrows ^C#mhigher before the ^Bcan^F#dle's ^C#dead.

The ^Fleaded window opened to move the ^Dmdancing candle flame. And the ^Gmfirst moths of summer ^Bbsui^Fcidal ^Ccame, oh, ^Bbsui^Ccidal ^Dmgame to ^Fjoin in the worship of the ^Dmlight that never dies in a ^Gmmoment's reflection of two moths ^Bbspinning ^Fin her ^Ceyes.