Hợp âm Folk Singer

Lời & hợp âm

[Verse 1]
[G]As [C]I w[G]alk these narrow streets,
where a million passing [C]feet
have trot before [G]me
With my guitar in my hand,
suddenly I realized,
my God, [C]nobody knows [G]me
Where [C]yesterday the multitude screamed
and cried my name out for a [G]song
Today the streets are empty
and [D]the crowds [Dsus4]they've a[D]ll gone h[G]ome
With the rain upon my face,
[C]there's no place where I be[G]long
And my whole life consists of a [C]story,
a poem, and a [G]song
Ah, [C]the truths I tried to tell you
Are [Dsus4]as distant as the[C] mo[G]on
Born two hundred years too late
[Dsus4]And two h[C]undred
years [G]too soon
I'm a child of this age
[C]Locked inside the pages of [G]a book
And when I am but dust and clay
And other chil[C]dren stop to take [G]a look
Will they [C]marvel at the
miracles I did perform
And to the heights I did [G]as pire?
Or will they tear out the pages of the book
[C]to light [G]a fire?
With the rain upon my face,
[C]there [Dsus4]is no pla[G]ce where I belong[G]