I lo[D]ok to see the wildflowers [A]blooming & wonder why they seem so[E7] plain.
The sp[D]ringtime rides all the brown hills o[A]ver, young birds sin[E]g in a silver rain.
I thi[D]nk of you as the night rolls [A]by, you're on my min[E7]d the whole night through,
Far awa[D]y in a lonesome c[A]ity, All the time you[E7]'re gone, I think[A] of yo[D]u.
And wh[D]en my world has turned to [A]sunlight,
And the dust[E7] clouds stand in the summe[A]r sky,
I'll number all the climbin[E]g roses,
Watch[A] to see the milkweed [D]fly.
And when I hear the soft wind [A]moaning
Like an an[E7]gel's voice from a far-off[A] shore,
My days[A] slip by like light snow [E]falling,
Or dry [A]brown leaves blown by my [D]door.
The sp[D]ringtime rides all the brown hills o[A]ver, young birds sin[E]g in a silver rain.
I thi[D]nk of you as the night rolls [A]by, you're on my min[E7]d the whole night through,
Far awa[D]y in a lonesome c[A]ity, All the time you[E7]'re gone, I think[A] of yo[D]u.
And wh[D]en my world has turned to [A]sunlight,
And the dust[E7] clouds stand in the summe[A]r sky,
I'll number all the climbin[E]g roses,
Watch[A] to see the milkweed [D]fly.
And when I hear the soft wind [A]moaning
Like an an[E7]gel's voice from a far-off[A] shore,
My days[A] slip by like light snow [E]falling,
Or dry [A]brown leaves blown by my [D]door.
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