Gene Clark The Virgin written by Gene Clark
Gene Clark Guitar, Vocals
Bob Hall Percussion
Jesse Ed Davis Guitar
Chris Ethridge Bass
Gary Malaber Drums
John Selk Guitar
Ben Sidran Keyboards
Mike Utley Keyboards
[B]She went off to the [C#m]city
To [E]find what she was looking [B]for
[B]To identify, to [C#m]really try
To [E]find herself some [B]hope
[B]With the summer sun for [C#m]laughing
And the winter rain did [E]pour
She was [B]lovelier from [C#m]learning
And from [E]living, loving [B]more
[B]From her dancing love and [C#m]young soul
And the [E]gypsies in her [B]dream
To the [B]pulse of stark accept[C#m]ance
When the [E]winds began to f[B]reeze
With no curfews left to [C#m]hold her
And no[C#m] walls to shield her [E]pain
Finding [B]out that facts were [C#m]older
And that [E]life forms are i[B]nsane.
[B]The presence of [C#m]protection seemed
To [E]fade, as did her [B]doubt
That she now was no [C#m]exception
Nor was the [E]love who pushed her [B]out
Though the streets cried out,
Go, hom[C#m]esick
Virtues s[C#m]trength of mind would r[E]ing
In the [B]maladies of [C#m]meaning
The sad [E]song she learned to s[B]ing.
[B]Now, her teachers and [C#m]philosophers
And the [E]poet's silver t[B]hroat
Are the vessels which on [C#m]wisdom's karmic [E]ocean she will [B]float.
Was this her revo[C#m]lution,
Just a child in love's [E]crusade,
With the [B]question in her innoce[C#m]nce
Through the [E]lies her eyes betr[B]ayed?
From Gene Clark 'Gene Clark'
A & M Records
Gene Clark Guitar, Vocals
Bob Hall Percussion
Jesse Ed Davis Guitar
Chris Ethridge Bass
Gary Malaber Drums
John Selk Guitar
Ben Sidran Keyboards
Mike Utley Keyboards
[B]She went off to the [C#m]city
To [E]find what she was looking [B]for
[B]To identify, to [C#m]really try
To [E]find herself some [B]hope
[B]With the summer sun for [C#m]laughing
And the winter rain did [E]pour
She was [B]lovelier from [C#m]learning
And from [E]living, loving [B]more
[B]From her dancing love and [C#m]young soul
And the [E]gypsies in her [B]dream
To the [B]pulse of stark accept[C#m]ance
When the [E]winds began to f[B]reeze
With no curfews left to [C#m]hold her
And no[C#m] walls to shield her [E]pain
Finding [B]out that facts were [C#m]older
And that [E]life forms are i[B]nsane.
[B]The presence of [C#m]protection seemed
To [E]fade, as did her [B]doubt
That she now was no [C#m]exception
Nor was the [E]love who pushed her [B]out
Though the streets cried out,
Go, hom[C#m]esick
Virtues s[C#m]trength of mind would r[E]ing
In the [B]maladies of [C#m]meaning
The sad [E]song she learned to s[B]ing.
[B]Now, her teachers and [C#m]philosophers
And the [E]poet's silver t[B]hroat
Are the vessels which on [C#m]wisdom's karmic [E]ocean she will [B]float.
Was this her revo[C#m]lution,
Just a child in love's [E]crusade,
With the [B]question in her innoce[C#m]nce
Through the [E]lies her eyes betr[B]ayed?
From Gene Clark 'Gene Clark'
A & M Records
