Am | Am+7 | |
There s a | lady who s | sure |
Am7 | D | |
All that | glitters is | gold |
Fmaj7 | G | Am | |
And she s | buying a stairway to | hea - | ven. |
Am | Am+7 | |
When she | gets there she | knows |
Am7 | D | |
If the | stores are all cl - | osed |
Fmaj7 | G | Am | |
With a | word she can get what she | came | for. |
C | D | Fmaj7 | Am | C | G | D |
Ooh, | ooh, | Ooh, ooh | and she s | buying a | stairway to | heaven. |
Am | Am+7 | |
There s a s - | ign on the | wall |
Am7 | D | |
But she | wants to be | sure |
Fmaj7 | G | Am | |
cause you | know sometimes words have two | mean - | ings. |
Am | Am+7 | |
In a | tree by the | brook |
Am7 | D | |
There s a | songbird who | sings, |
Fmaj7 | G | Am | |
Sometimes | all of our thoughts are | mis - | given. |
D | Am | Em | D | C | D |
Ooh, it makes me | wonder | , |
D | Dsus4 | D | Am | Em | D | C | D |
Ooh | , | and it makes me | wonde - | r. |
C | G | |
There s a | feeling I | get |
Am | |
When I | look to the west, |
C | G | F | Am | |
And my | spirit is | crying for | leav - | ing. |
C | G | |
In my | thoughts I have | seen |
Am | |
Rings of | smoke through the trees, |
C | G | F | Am | |
And the | voices of | those who stand | look - | ing. |
D | Am | Em | D | C | D |
Ooh, it makes me | wonder | , |
D | Dsus4 | D | Am | Em | D | C | D |
Ooh | , | and it makes me | wonde - | r. |
C | G | |
And its | whispered that | soon |
Am | |
If we | all call the tune |
C | G | F | Am | |
Then the | piper will | lead us to | reas - | on. |
C | G | |
And a | new day will | dawn |
Am | |
For | those who stand long |
C | G | F | Am | |
And the | forests will | echo with | laugh - | ter. |
C | G | Am |
If there s a | bustle in your | hedgerow |
G | |
Don t be | alarmed now, |
C | G | Am |
It s just a | spring clean for the | may queen. |
C | G | Am |
Yes, there are | two paths you can | go by |
G | |
But in the | long run |
C | G | Am |
There s still | time to change the | road you re on. |
D | Am | Em | D | C | D |
Ooh, it makes me | wonder |
C | G | Am |
Your head is | humming and it | won t go |
G | |
In case | you don t know, |
C | G | Am |
The pipers | calling you to | join him, |
C | G | Am |
Dear lady, | can you hear the | wind blow, |
G | |
And did | you know |
C | G | Am |
Your stairway | lies on the | whispering wind. |
Am | G | F | G/Am |
And as we | wind on down the | road |
G | F | G/Am | |
Our shadows | taller than our | soul | . |
G | F | G/Am |
There walks a | lady we all | know |
G | F | G/Am |
Who shines | white light and wants to | show |
G | F | G/Am | |
How every - | thing still turns to | gold | . |
G | F | G/Am |
And if you | listen very | hard |
G | F | G/Am | |
The tune will | come to you at | last | . |
G | F | G/Am |
When all are | one and one is | all |
G | F | |
To be a | rock and not to | roll. |
F | G | Am | |
And she s | buying a | stairway to hea - | ven. |
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