LATE NOVEMBER
Sandy Denny
C Em G F
The wine it was drunk, the ship it was sunk,
C G F A
The shot it was dead, all the sorrows were drowned.
C Em G F
The birds they were clouds, the brides and the shrouds
C G F A
And as we drew south the mist it came down.
C Em G F
The wooded ravine to the wandering stream,
C G F A
The serpent he moved, but no-one would say.
C Em G F
The depths of the waters, the bridge which distraught us
C G F A
And brought to me thoughts of the ill-fated day.
C Em G F
The temples were filled with the strangest of creatures
C G F A
One played it by ear on the banks of the sea.
C Em G F
That one was found but the others they went under.
C G F A
Oh the tears which are shed, they won’t come from me.
C Em G F
The methods of madness, the pathos and the sadness,
C G F A
God help you all, the insane and wise.
C Em G F
The black and the white, the darkness of the night,
C G F A
I see only smoke from the chimneys arise.
C Em G F
The pilot he flew all across the sky and woke me.
C G F A
He flew solo on the mercury sea.
C Em G F
The dream it came back, all about the tall brown people,
C G F A
The sacred young herd on the phosphorus sand.
