Violets Of Dawn (Eric Anderson)
C | | | | Dm7 | | | C | |
Take | me | to | the | night | I'm | tipping | topsy | turvy |
Dm7 | | F | C | C | | | | Dm7 |
turning | upside | do | wn. | Hold | me | tight | and | whisper |
| | C | | | | Dm7 | | | F | C | |
what | you | wish | for | there | is | no one | here | a | ro | und. | O |
Dm7 | | | | C | | | | |
you | can | sing | song | me | sweet | smiles | regardless | of |
| Dm7 | | G | | | | C |
the | city's | careless | frown. | Come | watch | the | no |
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colors | fade | blazing | into | petal | sprays | of | violets |
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In | blindful | wonder | ment's | enchantments | you | can |
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lift | my | wings | softly | to | fl | ight. | Your | eyes | are |
| | Dm7 | | C | | | Dm7 |
like | swift | fingers | reaching | out | into | the | pockets |
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of | my | ni | ght. | O | whirling | twirling | puppy | warm |
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before | the | flashing | cloaks | of | darkness | gone. |
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Come | see | the | no | colors | fade | blazing | into | petal |
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sprays | of | violets | of | da | wn. |
| C | | | Dm7 | | | C |
Some | Prince | Charming | I'll | be on | two | white | steeds |
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to | bring | you | dapple | diamond | cro | wns. | And | climb |
| | Dm7 | | | C | | | Dm7 |
your | towers | Sleeping | Beauty | ' | fore | you | ever | know |
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I've | left | the | gr | ound. | O | you | can | wear | a |
C | | | | Dm7 | G |
Cinderella | Snow | White | Alice | Wonderlanded | gown. |
| | | C | | | Dm7 | | C |
Come | watch | the | no | colors | fade | blazing | into | petal |
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sprays | of | violets | of | da | wn. |
| C | | | | Dm7 | | | C | |
But | if | I | seem | to | wander | off | in | dreamlike | looks |
| Dm7 | | | F | C | | C | | |
please | let | me | settle | sl | owly. | It's | only | me | just |
Dm7 | | | C | | | Dm7 | |
staring | out | at | you | a | seeming | stranger | speaking |
F | C | | Dm7 | | | C | | | | |
ho | ly. | No | I don't | mean | to | wake | you | up | it's | only |
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| Dm7 | | | G | | | | C | |
loneli | ness | just | coming | on. | So | let | the | no | colors |
| Dm7 | | C | | | Dm7 | | F | C |
fade | blazing | into | petal | sprays | of | violets | of | da | wn. |
| C | | Dm7 | | | C | |
Like | shadows | bursting | into | mist | be | hind | the |
| Dm7 | | F | C | | C | |
echoes | of this | nonsense | so | ng. | It's | just | the |
| Dm7 | | | C | | | Dm7 |
chasing | whispering | trails | of | secret | steps | o | see |
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them | laughing | on. | | There's | magic | in | the |
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sleepiness | of | waking | to | a | childish | sounding |
G | | | | C | | | Dm7 | |
yawn. | Come | watch | the | no | colors | fade | blazing | into |
C | | | Dm7 | | F | C |
petal | sprays | of | violets | of | da | wn. |
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