The Virgin Gene Clark
[B]She went off to the [C#m]city
To [E]find what she was looking [B]for
[B]To identify, to [C#m]really try
To [E]find herself some [B]hope
[B]With the summer sun for [C#m]laughing
And the winter rain did [E]pour
She was [B]lovelier from [C#m]learning
And from [E]living, loving [B]more
[B]From her dancing love and [C#m]young soul
And the [E]gypsies in her [B]dream
To the [B]pulse of stark accept[C#m]ance
When the [E]winds began to f[B]reeze
With no curfews left to [C#m]hold her
And no[C#m] walls to shield her [E]pain
Finding [B]out that facts were [C#m]older
And that [E]life forms are i[B]nsane.
[B]The presence of [C#m]protection seemed
To [E]fade, as did her [B]doubt
That she now was no [C#m]exception
Nor was the [E]love who pushed her [B]out
Though the streets cried out,
Go, hom[C#m]esick
Virtues s[C#m]trength of mind would r[E]ing
In the [B]maladies of [C#m]meaning
The sad [E]song she learned to s[B]ing.
[B]Now, her teachers and [C#m]philosophers
And the [E]poet's silver t[B]hroat
Are the vessels which on [C#m]wisdom's karmic [E]ocean she will [B]float.
Was this her revo[C#m]lution,
Just a child in love's [E]crusade,
With the [B]question in her innoce[C#m]nce
Through the [E]lies her eyes betr[B]ayed?
From Gene Clark 'Gene Clark'
A & M Records
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