Changing of the Guards Bob Dylan
[Verse]
[G]Sixt[D]een ye[Em]ars,
[Am7]Sixt[C]een [G]banners un[D]ited over the [Em]field
Where the g[C]ood shepherd gri[D]eves.
Desperate m[Em]en, d[Am7]espe[C]rate [G]women di[D]vided,
Spreading their [Em]wings 'neath the [C]fall[D]ing l[G]eaves.
[Verse]
[G]Fort[D]une cal[Em]ls.
[Am7]I st[C]epped [G]forth from the s[D]hadows, to the marketp[Em]lace,
Merchants and th[C]ieves, hungry for po[D]wer, my last deal gone d[Em]own.
[Am7]She's s[C]melling [G]sweet like the m[D]eadows where she was b[Em]orn,
On midsummer's e[C]ve, n[D]ear the t[G]ower.
[Verse]
The [G]cold-[D]blooded [Em]moon.
The c[Am7]apta[C]in w[G]aits above the cele[D]bration
Sending his t[Em]houghts to a [Am7]belo[C]ved m[D]aid
Whose ebony [Em]face [Am7]is b[C]ey[G]ond communic[D]ation.
The captain is d[Em]own but still bel[Bm]ieving that his [C]love will[D] be r[G]epaid.
[Verse]
They s[G]haved [D]her [Em]head.
[Am7]She w[C]as [G]torn between Jupiter and [D]Apollo.
A messenger arr[Em]ived with a b[C]lack ni[D]ghtingale.
I seen her on the st[Em]airs [Am7]and [C]I c[G]ouldn't help but f[D]ollow,
Follow her d[Em]own past the fo[Bm]untain where they l[C]ifted u[D]p her ve[G]il.
[Verse]
[G]I st[D]umbled to my [Em]feet.
I r[Am7]ode past de[G]struction in the d[D]itches
With the stitch[Em]es still [Bm]mending 'neath a [C]heart-shaped ta[D]ttoo.
Renegade p[Em]riests[Am7] and[C] t[G]reacherous young [D]witches
Were h[Em]anding out the f[Bm]lowers that I[C]'d gi[D]ven to y[G]ou.
[Verse]
T[G]he p[D]alace of [Em]mirrors
[Am7]Where d[C]og so[G]ldiers are reflec[D]ted,
The endless [Em]road and the [C]wailing of [D]chimes,
The empty [Em]rooms w[Am7]here h[C]er m[G]emory is prot[D]ected,
Where the a[Em]ngels' voices wh[Bm]isper to the [C]souls of p[D]revious t[G]imes.
[Verse]
She [G]wakes [D]him [Em]up
[Am7]Forty-e[C]ight hours l[G]ater, the sun is b[D]reaking
Near broken c[Em]hains, mountain l[C]aurel and rolling r[D]ocks.
She's begging to [Em]know [Am7]what m[C]easures [G]he now will be ta[D]king.
He's pulling her d[Em]own and she's clu[Bm]tching on to his l[C]ong g[D]olden [G]locks.
[Verse]
[G]Gentle[D]men, he s[Em]aid,
[Am7]I do[C]n't n[G]eed your organiz[D]ation, I've shined your s[Em]hoes,
I've moved your m[C]ountains and marked your c[D]ards
But Eden is b[Em]urning, [Am7]eith[C]er br[G]ace yourself for elimi[D]nation
Or else your [Em]hearts must have the c[Bm]ourage for the c[C]hanging [D]of the gu[G]ards.
[Verse]
[G]Peace w[D]ill c[Em]ome
[Am7]With [C]tranq[G]uility and sp[D]lendor on the wheels of [Em]fire
But will b[C]ring us no rew[D]ard when her false idols [Em]fall
[Am7]A n [C]d c[G]ruel death surr[D]enders with its [Em]pale ghost retr[Bm]eating
Between the K[C]ing and the [D]Queen of S[G]words.
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