Late November Sandy Denny
The wine it was drun[C]k, the ship i[Em]t was sunk[G],[F]
The [C]shot it was [G]dead, all the [F]sorrows were [A]drowned.
The [C]birds they were [Em]clouds, the [G]brides and the [F]shrouds
And [C]as we drew [G]south the [F]mist it came [A]down.
The [C]wooded ra[Em]vine to the [G]wandering [F]stream,
The [C]serpent he [G]moved, but [F]no-one would [A]say.
The [C]depths of the [Em]waters, the [G]bridge which d[F]istraught us
And [C]brought to me [G]thoughts of the [F]ill-fated [A]day.
The [C]temples were [Em]filled with the [G]strangest of [F]creatures
One [C]played it by [G]ear on the [F]banks of the [A]sea.
That [C]one was [Em]found but the [G]others they went [F]under.
Oh the [C]tears which are [G]shed, they won't [F]come from [A]me.
The [C]methods of [Em]madness, the [G]pathos and the [F]sadness,
God [C]help you [G]all, the [F]insane and [A]wise.
The [C]black and the [Em]white, the [G]darkness of the [F]night,
I [C]see only [G]smoke from the [F]chimneys [A]arise.
The [C]pilot he flew all [Em]across the [G]sky and [F]woke me.
He [C]flew [G]solo on the [F]mercury [A]sea.
The [C]dream it came [Em]back, all [G]about the tall [F]brown people,
The [C]sacred young [G]herd on the [F]phosphorus [A]sand.