Jethro Tull – First Snow On Brooklyn (Ukulele)

Gm                          F
   I flew in on the evening plane

Gm                                  F          C
   Is it such a good idea that I am here again?

Dm             F                 C
   And I could cut my cold breath with a knife

Dm               F          C          Dm
   And taste the winter of another life

Gm                            F
   A yellow cab from JFK, the long way round

            Gm                              F
   I didn't mind... gave me thinking time before I ran aground

Dm          F            C
   On rocky memories and choking tears

      Dm             F                       C      Dm
   I believe it only rained round here these thirty years

                 Eb            Dm              Bb            Gm
   Now, it's the first snow on Brooklyn and my cold feet are drumming

Cm                         Gm                Bb          F
   You don't see me in the shadows from your cozy window frame

                   Eb              Dm               Bb              Gm
   And last night, who was in your parlour wrapping presents in the late hour

Cm                    Gm            F
   To place upon your pillow as the morning came?

Gm                                  F
   Thin wind stings my face... pull collar up

Gm                            F         C
   I could murder coffee in a grande cup

Dm            F                C
   No welcome deli; there's no Starbucks here

Dm              F                      C           Dm
   A dime for a quick phone call could cost me dear

           Eb            Dm                Bb                      Gm
   And the first snow on Brooklyn paints a Christmas card upon the pavement

Cm                       Gm                Bb            F
   The cab leaves a disappearing trace and then it's gone

           Eb             Dm                  Bb             Gm
   And the snow covers my footprints, deep regrets and heavy heartbeats

Cm                            Gm                      F
   When you wake you'll never see the spot that I was standing on

Gm                          F
   I flew in on the evening plane

Gm                                  F          C
   Is it such a good idea that I am here again?

Dm             F                 C
   And I could cut my cold breath with a knife

Dm               F          C          Dm
   And taste the winter of another life

                 Eb            Dm              Bb            Gm
   Now, it's the first snow on Brooklyn and my cold feet are drumming

Cm                         Gm                Bb          F
   You don't see me in the shadows from your cozy window frame

                   Eb              Dm               Bb              Gm
   And last night, who was in your parlour wrapping presents in the late hour

Cm                    Gm            F
   To place upon your pillow as the morning came?

        Eb                 Dm                 Bb            Gm
   Some things are best forgotten... some are better half-remembered

Cm                             Gm                Bb                F
   I just thought that I might be there on your, on your Christmas night

           Eb            Dm               Bb             Gm
   And the first snow on Brooklyn makes a lonely road to travel

Cm                        Gm          F
   Cold crunch steps that echo as the blizzard bites