INTRO capo 3 fret lking on velvet g[A]reen. lking on velvet [A]green. One dusky half-hour's ride up to the north. There lies your reputation and all that you're worth. Where the scent of wild roses turns the milk to cream. Tell your mother that you walked all night on velvet green. And the long grass blows in the evening cool. And August's rare delight may be April's fool. But think not of that, my love, I'm tight against the seam. And I'm growing up to meet you down on velvet green. No (guitaretab.com)