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The Birds Of St Marks

Jackson Browne

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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
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

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The Birds Of St Marks

Jackson Browne