Capo 2, travis-fingerpicking

D                Em         A            D
I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song.
                        C           D
Im twenty-two now but I wont be for long
G     A
Time hurries on.
        D      C        G  A          D
And the leaves that are green turn to brown,
         Bm
And they wither with the wind,
         A
And they crumble in your hand.


and so on...