The Birds of St. Marks by Jackson Browne Tabbed using the version off of Solo Acoustic, Vol. 1 (the only version available, I think). Put a capo on the first fret or tune each string down a half-step. --- C Oh how sad they sound, the songs, the queen must sing of dying Am F Am G A prisoner upon her throne of melancholy sighing F G If she could see her mirror now F G She would be free of those who bow F And scrape the ground beneath her feet C Silently she walks among her dying midnight roses Am F G And watches as each moment goes that never really know us F G And so it seems she doesn't care F G If she has dreams of no one there F Within the shadows of her room C Am But all my frozen words agree, and say it's time to C F G Call back all the birds I sent to fly behind her castle walls Am G And I'm weary of the nights I've seen F C Inside these empty halls Interlude C Wooden lady turn and turn among my weary secrets F Am G And wave within the hours past and other empty pockets F G Maybe we've found what we have lost F G When we've unwound so many crossed F Entangling misunderstandings C Am But all my frozen words agree, and say it's time to C F G Call back all the birds I sent to fly behind her castle walls Am G And I'm weary of the nights I've seen F C Inside these empty halls
