Tempest Bob Dylan The [G]pale moon rose in its glory [C]Out o'er the western town She [C]told a sad, sad [G]story Of the [D]great ship that went [G]down. T'was the fourteenth day of April Over the way she rolled Sailing into tomorrow To a golden age foretold The night was bright with starlight The seas were sharp and clear Moving through the shadows The promised hour was near Lights were holding steady Gliding over the foam All the lords and ladies Heading for their eternal home The chandel (dylanchords.info)
