Thank you Cheryl for the lyrics
Gene Clark Only Colombe written by Gene Clark
[G]The warm wind will not blow tonight
[C]For the fog enshrouds landing light
[Am]As she said she might have heard a bell [G]tolling
[G]Though a gold ship sails her clouds and dreams
[C]Through the crashing seas she finds it seems
[Am]That the shore she's looking for is hardly [G]showing
[D]Oh what is this song she's [C]singing
[D]Oh could it be for s[C]omeone, being her, her [G]everything
[G]Her paradisiac age and seas
[C]Whisper tongues into philosophies
[Am]As petite Colombe has only what she's been [G]stealing
[G]Tapestries that drape her walls
[C]Telling heroes she has witnessed fall
[Am]While the hallway leaves them all blank to the [G]ceiling
[D]Oh again this song she's [C]singing
[D]Oh could it be for some[C]one, being her, her every [G]dream
[G]Beneath the deep and broken wall
[C]The reflecting glass of time it falls
[Am]Through the crack she said she heard the ocean [G]calling
[G]Foghorn cries profanity
[C]At the master of insanity
[Am]As she watches ruins, leading me and [G]sobbing
[D]Oh again this song she's [C]singing
[D]Oh could it be for [C]someone, being her, her [G]everything.
From Gene Clark "Echoes"
Columbia Records
Gene Clark Only Colombe written by Gene Clark
[G]The warm wind will not blow tonight
[C]For the fog enshrouds landing light
[Am]As she said she might have heard a bell [G]tolling
[G]Though a gold ship sails her clouds and dreams
[C]Through the crashing seas she finds it seems
[Am]That the shore she's looking for is hardly [G]showing
[D]Oh what is this song she's [C]singing
[D]Oh could it be for s[C]omeone, being her, her [G]everything
[G]Her paradisiac age and seas
[C]Whisper tongues into philosophies
[Am]As petite Colombe has only what she's been [G]stealing
[G]Tapestries that drape her walls
[C]Telling heroes she has witnessed fall
[Am]While the hallway leaves them all blank to the [G]ceiling
[D]Oh again this song she's [C]singing
[D]Oh could it be for some[C]one, being her, her every [G]dream
[G]Beneath the deep and broken wall
[C]The reflecting glass of time it falls
[Am]Through the crack she said she heard the ocean [G]calling
[G]Foghorn cries profanity
[C]At the master of insanity
[Am]As she watches ruins, leading me and [G]sobbing
[D]Oh again this song she's [C]singing
[D]Oh could it be for [C]someone, being her, her [G]everything.
From Gene Clark "Echoes"
Columbia Records
