*CAPO I*
[Intro] -
Em A G
Em A G
Em A G
Em A G
Em A G
Green leaves are turning, and the wind’s picking up
Em A G
Autumn reminds me of old fashioned stuff
Em A G
Out of the window, are-a green gazing eyes
Em A G
Staring at me while I wear my disguise
Em A Em A
That’s Mr Foreman, he lives alone
G C G C
He peers through his window, the rest is unknown
Em A Em A
I spoke with the neighbours, they tell me he’s ill
G C A
His doorstep is filled, with dead daffodils
Em A x 2
G C A
Em A x 2
G C A
Em A G
Black morning flowers, they thought he had died
Em A G
A common conception, when hiding inside
Em A G
Never a letter, or knock at the door
Em A G
Hard to believe what the flowers lay for
Em A Em A
That’s Mr Foreman, he lives alone
G C G C
His wife was a painter, a long time ago
Em A Em A
I spoke with his neighbours, they tell me he’s ill
G C A
His doorstep is filled, with dead daffodils
Em A x 2
G C A
Em A x 2
G C A
Em A x 2
G C A
Em A x 2
G C A
Em A G
Green leaves are turning, and the wind’s picking up
Em A G
Autumn reminds me of old fashioned stuff
Em A G
Out of the window, are-a green gazing eyes
Em A G
Staring at me while I wear my disguise
Em A Em A
That’s Mr Foreman, he lives alone
G C G C
He needed a coffin, he hand-made his own
Em A Em A
I spoke with his neighbours, they tell me he’s ill
G C A
His doorstep is filled, with dead daffodils
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