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Gene Clark White Light written by Gene Clark
[E]Oh, the village of the hill
Sitting [A]silently at will
Like some [F#m]prophecy forgo[A]tten by an [E]age
[E]With no guns before its gate
The [A]mysterious estate
Lies [F#m]waiting for its [A]history's dawning [E]page
With the [A]raging [A/G#]of the [F#m]sea before its h[E]eight
And the [A]strength of [A/G#]those whom [F#m]see beyond their [E]sight[E][A][F#m][A][E]
[E]Oh, the smithies anvil rings
And the [A]symphony it sings
No [F#m]voice nor poet's [A]pen can put to [E]tune
[E]And electric lines of force
Ring [A]around the humble lives
Of the [F#m]souls that hear the [A]master saying [E]soon
With the [A]clouds that [A/G#]gather [F#m]near disturb the [E]night
Striking f[A]lashes [A/G#]of a [F#m]difference, fleeing [E]fri[E]ght[E][A][F#m][A][E]
[E]No slight of tongue nor hand
Can so [A]boldly there withstand
[A]When the [F#m]spirit of it's [A]truth shall speak the t[E]ime
[E]And no ignorance of life
Can be [A]held within the sight
Of the [F#m]buttresses of [A]ageless binds of t[E]ime
The [A]communion[A/G#] of the f[F#m]orces take delig[E]ht
With the [A]fear that [A#G]no [F#m]tongues may read nor [E]wri[E]te[E][A][F#m][A][E]
[E]White Light
[E]Oh the village of the hill
Sitting [A]silently still
With the [F#m]strength of ages [A]past they're still at [E]hand
[E]Reckons not to look behind
But to [A]look within and find
And to [F#m]hear of those [A]enlightened by the [E]lamb
With the [A]powers [A/G#]of the[F#m] wind both fierce and [E]light
And the [A]waters [A/G#]of the [F#m]storm went through the [E]night
From Gene Clark "White Light"
A & M Records
Gene Clark White Light written by Gene Clark
[E]Oh, the village of the hill
Sitting [A]silently at will
Like some [F#m]prophecy forgo[A]tten by an [E]age
[E]With no guns before its gate
The [A]mysterious estate
Lies [F#m]waiting for its [A]history's dawning [E]page
With the [A]raging [A/G#]of the [F#m]sea before its h[E]eight
And the [A]strength of [A/G#]those whom [F#m]see beyond their [E]sight[E][A][F#m][A][E]
[E]Oh, the smithies anvil rings
And the [A]symphony it sings
No [F#m]voice nor poet's [A]pen can put to [E]tune
[E]And electric lines of force
Ring [A]around the humble lives
Of the [F#m]souls that hear the [A]master saying [E]soon
With the [A]clouds that [A/G#]gather [F#m]near disturb the [E]night
Striking f[A]lashes [A/G#]of a [F#m]difference, fleeing [E]fri[E]ght[E][A][F#m][A][E]
[E]No slight of tongue nor hand
Can so [A]boldly there withstand
[A]When the [F#m]spirit of it's [A]truth shall speak the t[E]ime
[E]And no ignorance of life
Can be [A]held within the sight
Of the [F#m]buttresses of [A]ageless binds of t[E]ime
The [A]communion[A/G#] of the f[F#m]orces take delig[E]ht
With the [A]fear that [A#G]no [F#m]tongues may read nor [E]wri[E]te[E][A][F#m][A][E]
[E]White Light
[E]Oh the village of the hill
Sitting [A]silently still
With the [F#m]strength of ages [A]past they're still at [E]hand
[E]Reckons not to look behind
But to [A]look within and find
And to [F#m]hear of those [A]enlightened by the [E]lamb
With the [A]powers [A/G#]of the[F#m] wind both fierce and [E]light
And the [A]waters [A/G#]of the [F#m]storm went through the [E]night
From Gene Clark "White Light"
A & M Records
