A5                  E5                    A5
Once I was a lady, dressed in black and blue
A5                                 B5                  E5
Used to walk the boulevard, cause that's what ladies do
A5                              D5              A5
My nails were always polished, my secrets always hid
A5                                       E5            A5 
I just did whatever it was that all the other ladies did

at nighttime around my bedside I keep a million lights
one for every soldier who fought the war and died
for my husband is a landlord whose eyes are full of greed
and his army full of young men whom he never even sees


    F#5                                                    D5                  
But now I am somebody else with golden books upon my shelves and diamonds
   A5
on my mind
F#5
Strolling through the woods at night to find the little bits of light
D5            E5
others leave behind


A5                           E5            A5
Once I was a soldier in the army of some lord
A5                                      B5                E5
I have never even seen him , I just got paid to hold his sword
A5                            D5                  A5
I kept my armour shiny and I kept my secrets hid
A5                              E5             A5
and whatever I was told to do, that is what I did

A5                              E5              A5
when I think about it now it's hard for me to say
A5                                 B5                E5
whether I had a choice in life to do the things my way
        A5                              D5              A5
because by the time I heard about that lady's bedside state
A5                                      E5           A5
I had already gone far too far, it was already too late 



    F#5                                                    D5                  
But now I am somebody else with golden books upon my shelves and diamonds
   A5
on my mind
F#5
Strolling through the woods at night to find the little bits of light
D5            E5
others leave behind


A5                              E5          A5
Once I was a student, I had to pick up my degree
      A5                                    B5
And I thought about the years gone by, the years that numbered 
E5
three
    A5                                       D5
How things that had seemed important turned out to be a joke
    A5                                  E5              A5
And things that had seemed natural had all gone up in smoke


Earlier a crowd had come to see me win my prize
I felt like I deserved it, it was justice in my eyes
but the only thing that I could think was 'what am I gonna do?
when all of this is over, when my days of hope are through?'


    F#5                                                    D5                  
But now I am somebody else with golden books upon my shelves and diamonds
   A5
on my mind
F#5
Strolling through the woods at night to find the little bits of light
D5            E5
others leave behind