So you (F)speak to me of (C)sad ness and the (Bb)com ing of the (F)win ter, The (Dm)fear that is with (Am)in you now that (Bb)seems to nev er (C)end.

And the (F)dreams that have es (C)caped you and a (Bb)hope that you’ve for (F)got ten.

And you (Dm)tell me that you (F)need me now and you (C)want to be my friend.

And you (Bb)won der where we’re go ing.

Where’s the (F)rhyme and where’s the (C)rea son?

And it’s (Dm)you can not ac (F)cept it is (C)here we must be gin to seek the (Gm)wis dom of the chil dren

and the (F)grace ful way of (F)flow ers in the (C)wind.

For the (F)chil dren and the (C)flow ers are my (Bb)sis ters and my (F)broth ers.

Their (Dm)laugh ter and their (Am)love li ness would (Bb)clear a cloud y (C)day.

Like the (F)mu sic of the (C)moun tains and the (Bb)col ors of the (F)rain bow, they’re a (Dm)prom ise of the (F)fu ture and the (C)bless ing of to (F)day.

Oh, the (C)free.

For the (F)chil dren and the (C)flow ers are my (Bb)sis ters and my (F)broth ers.

Their (Dm)laugh ter and their (Am)love li ness would (Bb)clear a cloud y (C)day.

And the (F)song that I am (Bb)sing ing is a (Gm)prayer to non be (F)liev ers.

(Dm)Come and stand be (F)side us.

We can (C)find a bet ter (Bb)way.