Chords for Stanyon Street, Glen Yarbrough

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_ [G] _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ [Am] _ You [Dm] filled completely this first [G] November day with [C] Sausalito and sign [Eb] language,
puning and [Ab] coffee, _
[G] ice cream in your [Am] wide eyes.
_ [Em] And now,
unable to sleep, because the day is [Dm] finally going home.
_ [Db] Because your sleep [G] has locked me out.
[Em] I watch you and wonder at [Am] you.
_ [Dm] I know your face by touch [G] when it's dark.
[C] I feel a smile [Eb] that isn't there.
[Ab] I know the profile of [G] your sleeping face.
_ [Am] The sound of [Em] you sleeping. _ _ _
Sometimes I think you [C] are all sound, [Dm] taking free of covers, adjusting [G] shutters, _
[Em] moving along the bedroom, [Am] taking minutes of our precious [Em] time.
_ _ [F] I know the heels and the [Am] gums of your body.
_ [Em] The curves, [F] the turns.
_ _ [C] I have total recall [Am] of you and Stamien [Dm] Street,
because [Gb] I knew it would be important later. _
_ It's quiet [F] now. _
[G] Only the clock,
_ [C] moving toward [Am] rejection tomorrow,
_ [Dm] _
breaks [G] the stillness.
[C] _ _
[Am] There are golden [Dm] apples to be [G] picked,
_ _ [C] and green [Eb] hills to climb,
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_ [G] _ _ _ [Am] and meadows to [Em] _ run.
_ When _ [Dm] _
you're young,
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_ _ _ _ [C] there are [Am] roaring rivers [Dm] to be crossed,
[G] _ _ _ [C] and bridges [Eb] to build,
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_ _ [G] _ _ [Am] and wild oats to sow, _
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[Dm] as you grow. _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _
[Am] But later on [Em] the other [F] side of time, _ _
[Am] the apples no [Em] longer taste [F] sweet. _ _ _
_ [C] Bridges fall [Em] down,
_ [Dm] _ _ meadows turn brown,
_ _ _ as life _ falls apart,
_ [F] _ [G] in a little room,
_ on Stamien Street.
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