| Bm | F# | Bm | F#m | C#m | F#m | |
| It se | ems so l | ong a | go, N | ancy | was a | lone |
| A | Bm | A | E | A | |
| Lo | oking at the Lat | e Late show through a sem | i-preci | ous sto | ne |
| C# | F#m | D | A | |
| I | n the House of Hon | esty her fat | her was on tri | al |
| E | F#m | C#m | D | |
| I | n the House of My | stery there w | as no one at a | ll |
| A | E | F#m | |
| there w | as no o | ne at | all |
| It seems so long ago, none of us were strong |
| Nancy wore green stockings and she slept with everyone |
| She never said she'd wait for us although she was alone |
| I think she fell in love for us in nineteen sixty one |
| In nineteen sixty one |
| It seems so long ago, Nancy was alone |
| A forty five beside her head, an open telephone |
| We told her she was beautiful, we told her she was free |
| But none of us would meet her in the House of Mystery |
| The House of Mystery |
| And now you look around you, see her everywhere |
| Many use her body, many comb her hair |
| In the hollow of the night when you are cold and numb |
| You hear her talking freely then |
| She's happy that you've come |
| She's happy that you've come |
| NOTE: use the picking pattern explained in Winter Lady |
| (from Songs From a Room, 1968) |
| (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) |