Traveling on space highway, Three long years to this day. A billion million trillion miles. Home is a long, long way away. From bow to stern she's 20 miles long, Ten miles high and wide. A beautiful swan in a silent sea, No water to slow her down. Sometimes it seems we're motionless, Caught between time and space. Other tiny star systems rush headlong by. (?) Signs are bursting in the rain (?) No earthly sound can penetrate, This black and endless void. Only thoughts and dreams, Of the unborn babes, Where your body and fill your mind. Every day down those quiet canyons, Like a love that's for the stars. And people that shop at the market place, And the ship loads ever, ever on. If ever we come to our promised land, Gotta take the shuttle (?) For the black swan never ever wants to rest Never stops to say goodbye.

Main Riff Chorus

Oh please understand, my love, what I say I am lonely, I am lost And though I be a young man, my body does decay Like a wooden craft on a sandy bay Come bring to me a basket filled unto the brim with coloured shells And set them down so I may choose but one I am lonely, I am lost . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . * . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Alternate fingering for bar 3 and also bars 25 and 26:

I'm just a simple soul I have no religion But I can tell between right and wrong Every year, come December, when the snow falls so pretty Pretend that I'm a tiny Get away from all the sad

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Verse: . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . St . . . . . . . . . . . . St . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . When first I came to Louisville, some pleasure there to find, A damsel there from Lexington was pleasing to my mind. Her rosy cheeks, her ruby lips, like arrows pierced my breast The name she bore was Flora, the Lily of the West. I courted lovely Flora, some pleasure for to find, But she turned unto another man, which sore distressed my mind. She robbed me of my liberty, deprived me off my rest -- Then go, my lovely Flora, the Lily of the West. 'Way down in yonder shady grove, a man of high degree Conversing with my Flora there, which seemed so strange to me. And the answer that she gave to him, it sore did me opress I was betrayed by Flora, the Lily of the West. I stepped up to my rival, dagger in my hand. I seized him by the collar, and boldly made him stand. Being mad by desperation, I pierced him through the breast All this for lovely Flora, the Lily of the West. I had to stand my trial, I had to make my plea; They placed me in the witness box, and then commenced on me. Although she swore my life away, deprived me of my rest Still I love my faithless Flora, the Lily of the West.

When sadness fills your heart And sorrow hides the longing to be free When things go wrong each day You fix your mind to 'scape your misery Your troubled young life Had made you turn To a needle of death How strange, your happy words Have ceased to bring a smile from everyone How tears have filled the eyes Of friends that you once had walked among Your troubled young life ... One grain of pure white snow Dissolved in blood spread quickly to your brain In peace your mind withdraws Your death's so near your soul can't feel no pain Your troubled young life ... Your mother stands a'cryin' While to the earth your body's slowly cast Your father stands in silence Caressing every young dream of the past Your troubled young life ... Through ages, man's desires To free his mind, to release his very soul Has proved to all who live That death itself is freedom for evermore And your troubled young life ...

this hammer-on works on 4th string too * lines 6 to 8 of verse: chorus:

Big ship a-sailing up from the harbour Once you are going, there's no return You carry my heart, you carry my loved ones Like a bird of prey away from me There's a million miles of water By the burning desert sand Across the Rocky Mountains So West I cannot speak Oh I wanna cry, what can I say? Upon the quayside I stand in silence And I watch the wake you leave behind And all along the busy docklands The seagulls cry the lonesome sounds There's a million miles of water By the burning desert sand There's a billion hearts a-beating In a strange and distance land Across the Rocky Mountains So West I cannot speak Oh I wanna cry, what can I say? Big ship a-sailing up from the harbour Once you are going, there's no return You carry my heart, you carry my loved ones Like a bird of prey away from me There's a million miles of water By the burning desert sand Across the Rocky Mountains So West I cannot speak Oh I wanna cry, what can I say?

Strolling down the highway I'm gonna get there my way Dusk till dawn I'm walkin' Can hear my guitar rocking? While I stroll on down On down the highway People think, I'm a crazing The Lord above ain't lazing The sunshine's all day long The garlic's far too strong While I stroll on down On down the highway While I stroll on down On down the highway The cars won't stop for no one They don't think that you're just rolling down They think you're an OAS spy Gonna shoot them as they go by No cars, they won't stop Won't stop for no one Strolling down the highway And I'm gonna get there my way Dusk till dawn I'm walkin' Can hear my guitar rocking? While I stroll on down On down the highway

I'm a toy balloon on a windy day Let go of the string, babe, I'll blow away Up over the chimney tops Just floating in the hot summer rain If I come to land only God knows where or when It'll be, little one Will you remember me? I'm a bumble bee on a busy day Gotta catch the colours along the way Down to the flowery garden Where primroses and violets bloom Such pretty flowers, but not as nice as you are Every day, I love you, little one Will you remember me? I'm a skylark high o'er the ground I fill the air with the sweetest sound Look up and see me dancing Helter skelter and a-tumbling If you listen close you can hear me sing My song of love for you Will you remember me? Recorded in 3/4 time, but easier picked in 4/4.

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