Hazy Shade Of Winter chords
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[Dmi] [C] [Bb] [A7]
[Dmi]Time, time, time, see what's be[C]come of me
While I[Bb] looked around for my possi[Ami]bilities, I was so [C]hard to please
But look aro[Dmi]und, leaves are br[C]own and the sk[Bb]y is a h[A7]azy shade
of w[Dmi]inter
Hear the salvation [C]army band
[Bb]Down by the riverside, it's bound to be a better ride
Than what you've got planned
Carry your cup in your hand
And look around, leaves are brown now and the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Hang on to your hopes, my friend
That's an easy thing to say, but if your hopes should pass away
Simply pretend: That you can build them again
Look around, the grass is high, the fields are ripe, it's the springtime of my
life
[Bb]Ahhh, seasons change with the [F]scener[Fmaj7]y
Weaving time in a [C9]tapestry
Won't you stop and re[Dmi]mem [A7]ber m [Dmi]e
[C] At any convenient time
[Bb]Funny how my memory slips while looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme
Drinking my vodka and lime
But look around, leaves are brown now and the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Look around, leaves are brown
There's a patch of snow on the ground...
[Dmi]Time, time, time, see what's be[C]come of me
While I[Bb] looked around for my possi[Ami]bilities, I was so [C]hard to please
But look aro[Dmi]und, leaves are br[C]own and the sk[Bb]y is a h[A7]azy shade
of w[Dmi]inter
Hear the salvation [C]army band
[Bb]Down by the riverside, it's bound to be a better ride
Than what you've got planned
Carry your cup in your hand
And look around, leaves are brown now and the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Hang on to your hopes, my friend
That's an easy thing to say, but if your hopes should pass away
Simply pretend: That you can build them again
Look around, the grass is high, the fields are ripe, it's the springtime of my
life
[Bb]Ahhh, seasons change with the [F]scener[Fmaj7]y
Weaving time in a [C9]tapestry
Won't you stop and re[Dmi]mem [A7]ber m [Dmi]e
[C] At any convenient time
[Bb]Funny how my memory slips while looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme
Drinking my vodka and lime
But look around, leaves are brown now and the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Look around, leaves are brown
There's a patch of snow on the ground...
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