Wings

  
  The story of folk-rock in three short verses. Recorded by Albion Band on Happy 
 Accident and on Live and Seriously Rocking, also recorded by Fairport Convention 
 with Ashley on the 1997 Cropredy chronological set.
  
 B/E         [0 9 9 8 7 0]
 A/E         [0 7 7 6 5 0]
 G/E         [0 5 5 4 3 0]
  
 A/E  G/E  A/E  B/E   A/E  G/E  A/E  B/E Em D A
  
  Em                              C 
 When the Byrds flew in then the dance began
         D          A                 Em    A/E B/E 
  We were lifted up     on Californian wings
          Em                    C 
 And over London streets in the drizzling rain
    D                     A                         Em      A/E  B/E  
 We danced to the sound      of Rickenbacker twelve-strings
            C                   D                        Em 
 It was the kick-start that our young and precious lives needed then
       C               D                B 
 So we started on that long and winding trail
           A/E  G/E  A/E  B/E   A/E  G/E  A/E  B/E   Em  D A
 We played
 
 Em                          C 
 Soon We found that we could fly ourselves
             D            A               Em     A/E  B/E  
 We all were lifted up on sturdy homemade wings
        Em        C 
 And in 69 in the summer time
    D                      A                        Em       A/E  B/E  
 We danced to the sound of Swarbrick's flying fiddle strings
         C                D                Em 
 All the rules and safety firsts were left unheaded then
          C             D                 B 
 With the confidence of youth we couldn't fail
           A/E  G/E  A/E  B/E   A/E  G/E  A/E  B/E   Em  D  A
 We played
 
 Em                               C 
 Now the years have flown and our lives have grown
       D               A                    Em    A/E  B/E
 We're held aloft by      torn and tattered wings
      Em                   C 
 Over city streets, in the pouring rain
          D                      A                     Em       A/E B/E                         
 We still dance to the sound of     thumb and fingered strings
     C                     D                   Em
 The screens are where our children make their music now
     C                   D                    B 
 But soon enough they'll find their fledgling wings
           A/E  G/E  A/E  B/E   A/E  G/E  A/E  B/E   Em  D Em D Em D A