D
Oh how sad they sound the songs
The queen must sing of dying
G
A prisoner upon her throne
A
Of meloncoly sighing
G A
If she could see her mirror now
G A
She would be free of those who bow
G A
And scrape the ground benneth her feet
D
Silently she walks among her
Dying midnight roses
G
Watches as each moment goes
A
That never really know us
G
And if it seems
A
She doesn't care
G A
If she has dreams of no one there
G A
Within the shadows of her room
D G
But all my frozen words agree and say it's time to
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D G
Call back all the birds I sent to fly behind her
A D G
Castle walls, and I'm weary of the nights I've seen
A D
Inside these empty halls
-----For break play chords-D then D without F# then with G (first string 3rd fret) then
chord again---------Play this twice
D
Wooden lady turn and turn
Among my weary secrets
G A
And way within the hours past and other empty pockets
G A
Maybe we've found what we have lost
G A
When we've unwound so many crossed
G A
Intangling misunderstanding
D G
But all my frozen words agree and say it's time to
D G
Call back all the birds I've sent to fly behind her
A D G
Castle walls, and I'm weary of the nights I've seen
A D
Inside these empty walls
