Judy Collins – Priests (Guitar)

Capo 6
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Chords

[Intro] Bm [Verse 1]
                        F              G
And who will write love songs for you?

                  F
When I am lord at last

         Bm   Em          F
And your body is a little highway shrine

G           E7           D
That all my priests have passed

            F            Em       Bm
That all my priests have passed
[Verse 2]
                         F              G
My priests they will put flowers there

                           F
They will stand before the glass

            Bm    Em              F
But they'll wear away your little window, love

G                 E7     D
They will trample on the grass

                  F      Em      Bm
They will trample on the grass
[Verse 3]
             F              G
And who will aim the arrow

                                  F
That men will follow through your grace

     Bm   Em      F
When I am lord of memory

G                       E7        D
And all your armour has turned to lace

                        F         Em     Bm
And all your armour has turned to lace?
[Verse 4]
           F               G
The simple life of heroes

                        F
And the twisted life of saints

          Bm Em       F
They just confuse the sunny calendar

G                  E7     D
With their red and golden paints

                   F      Em      Bm
With their red and golden paints
[Verse 5]
                    F               G
And all of you have seen the dance

                       F
That god has kept from me

           Bm   Em          F
But he has seen me watching you

G             E7         D
When all your minds were free

              F          Em    Bm
When all your minds were free
[Verse 6]
                        F              G
And who will write love songs for you?

                  F
When I am lord at last

         Bm   Em          F
And your body is a little highway shrine

G           E7           D
That all my priests have passed

            F            Em       Bm
That all my priests have passed
[Verse 7]
                         F              G
My priests they will put flowers there

                           F
They will stand before the glass

            Bm    Em              F
But they'll wear away your little window, love

G                 E7     D
They will trample on the grass

                  F      Em      Bm
They will trample on the grass