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CYCLONE

Bm (x24432@1)               D (xx0232@1)        A (x02220@1)   		                    EMost (022100@1)of our years have flown away with nothing much decided 
G (320003@1)       D (xx0232@1)           A (x02220@1) 			Bm (x24432@1)Except the board we′re playing on, how it′s to be divided 
Will more years yet die alone? The question′s many-sided 
Got no answers of my own and none have been provided

CHORUS

Bm (x24432@1)	     D (xx0232@1)             A (x02220@1)           EWhen (022100@1)I was a boy there was nothing to know 
D (xx0232@1)Bm (x24432@1)A (x02220@1)         Bm (x24432@1)The wind followed me wherever I′d go 
Rain came down where I made my stand 
And the cyclone rose with a wave of my hand

VERSE

There is a game that′s only played in a darkened room with strangers
Dealt down and dirty with unmarked cards eyes closed to dangers 
Jealousy folds without playing its hold card, romance raises grinning 
I spent several lifetimes there where I could not lose for winning

CHORUS

When I was a boy there was love for free 
Glad to be given and received by me 
Rain came down where I made my stand 
And the cyclone rose with a wave of my hand

I believe I can still make the cyclone rise 
Just can′t see it so well, with my fading eyes

Bm (x24432@1)                   D (xx0232@1)                  A (x02220@1)   			EA (022100@1)mystery to myself not everything now I was born to be 
G (320003@1)              D (xx0232@1)              			Bm (x24432@1)All I know is when I wanted it so, the wind itself rose for me

You know, if it wasn′t for love

I might just be a wandering man

But believe I′ve made the better choice

To sing about it with this band

Bm (x24432@1)			A (x02220@1)      E (022100@1)       
When I was a boy, I could summon the moon 
	D (xx0232@1)		A (x02220@1)         Bm (x24432@1)With a crook of the finger and a home-made tune

I could ride the clouds when they sailed on by

And sing all the words to a wildcat′s cry

When I was a boy there was nothing to know 
The wind followed me wherever I′d go 
Rain came down where I made my stand 
And the cyclone rose with a wave of my hand

I believe I can still make the cyclone rise 
And the cyclone rose 
Wave of my hand 
Rain came down where I made my stand
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