| I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream. |
| F | Bb | |
| I can tell by the mark he left you were in his drea | m |
| F | Bb | |
| Ah, child of countless trees. |
| Fm7 | Bbm | |
| Ah, chile of boundless se | as |
| Fm7 | Bbm | |
| What you are; what you' | re meant to be |
| Gm(add | A | Bb | |
| TYPED BY CURT WILSON ST9996@SIUCVMB.SIU.EDU OR ST9996@SIUCVMB.BITNET |
| Speaks his name, though you were born to me |
| Gm(Add | A | Bb | |
| Born to | me, cassidy |
| F | |
| (Music is same for 2nd verse) |
| Lost now on the country miles in his Cadillac |
| I can tell by the way you smile, he is rolling back |
| Come wash the nightime clean. |
| Come grow the scorched ground green. |
| Blow the horn, tap the tambourine. |
| Close the gap of the dark years in between |
| You and me, cassidy. |
| Quick beats in an icy heart |
| Bb | F | |
| Catch-colt draws a | coffin cart |
| Bb | F | |
| There he goes and h | ow here she starts |
| Bb | F | |
| Hear her cry |
| C | Gm7 | F | |
| Flight of the | sea | -birds |
| C | Gm7 | F | |
| Scattered like the lost | words |
| C | Gm7 | F | |
| Wheel to the storm and fly |
| C | Bb | F | |
| Faring thee well | , now le | t your life proceed by it's own design |
| F | Bb | |
| Nothing to tell now, let the words be your | s, I'm done with mine. |
| F | Bb | |
| Faring thee well |
| Song ends with a jam in F |
| From: ahorgan@minerva.cis.yale.edu (Alec Horgan) |
| Subject: Re: REQ: TAB/CRD/LYR to Cassidy by Grateful Dead |
| F | Bb | |
| I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver | stream, |
| F | Bb | |
| I can tell by the mark he left you were in his | dream |
| Fm7 | Bbm | Fm7 | Bbm | |
| Ah, child of countless t | rees, | ah, child of boundless | seas |
| Gm | Bb | |
| What you are, what you're meant to | be |
| Gm | Bb | F | |
| Speaks his name though you were born to | me, born to me, Cassid | y. |
| 2. Lost now on the country miles in his Cadillac, |
| I can tell by the way you smile he is rolling back |
| Come wash the nighttime clean, come grow the scorched ground green |
| Blow the horn and tap the tambourine, |
| Close the gap on the dark years in between you and me, Cassidy. |
| Bb | F | Bb | F | |
| Quick beats of an | icy heart, | catch colt(?) draws a | coffin cart |
| Bb | F | C | |
| There he goes and now | here she starts, hear her | cry |
| Gm7 | F | C | |
| Flight of the seabirds, |
| Gm7 | F | C | |
| Scattered like lost words |
| C | Bb | F | |
| Wheel to the stor | m and f | ly |
| (Go through the verse chords again) |
| (2x): |
| F | Bb | |
| Faring the well now, let your life proceed by its own d | esign |
| F | Bb | |
| Nothing to | tell now, let the words be yours I'm done with | mine |
| Finally, go back to the "flight of the seabirds" bit and end on "fly" |
| That, more or less, is it. Good luck. |
| Alec |
| -- | |
| "Perhaps the only true dignity of man is his capacity to despise himself." |
| ---George Santayana, _The Ethics of Spinoza_ |
| To: guitar |
| CASSIDY- The Grateful Dead |
| E | A | |
| I have seen where the wolf has slept by the si | lver stream |
| E | A | |
| I can tell by the mark he left you were in his drea | m |
| Em | Am | |
| Ah, child of countless tr | ees |
| Em | Am | |
| Ah, child of boundless s | eas |
| F#m/G# | Am | |
| What you are, what you're meant to | be |
| F#m/G# | A | |
| Speaks his name, though you were born to | me |
| A | E | |
| Born to me, Cas | sidy |
| Lost now on the country miles in his Cadillac |
| I can tell by the way you smiled, he is rolling back |
| Come wash the nightime clean |
| Come grow the scorched ground green |
| Blow the horn, tap the tambourine |
| Close the gap of the dark years in between |
| You and me, cassidy |
| BRIDGE: |
| A | E | |
| Quick beats in an i | cy heart |
| A | E | |
| Catch-colt draws a | coffin cart |
| A | E | |
| There he goes and now h | ere she starts |
| B | |
| Hear her c | ry |
| F#m7 | E | B | |
| (Do d | o d | o) Flight of the seabird |
| F#m7 | E | B | |
| (Do d | o d | o) Scattered like the lost words |
| F#m7 | E | B | E | |
| (Do d | o d | o) Wheel to the storm and f | ly |
| E | A | |
| F | are thee well, now let your life proceed by it's own de | sign |
| E | A | |
| Nothing to tell now, let the words be yours, I'm d | one with mine |
| (repeat) |
| NOTE: This is ripped off of a previous posting, but I prefer this |
| key. |
| (from Ace by Bob Weir, 1972) |
| (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) |