Goodbye Dreaming Fields

{name: Verse} D G Asus4 D G Asus4 Hungry boy with head hung down, shabby girl with shabby gown G Em F#m Bm G A7 Should I know your faces? Yes, maybe. You have always been around {name: Verse} D G Asus4 D G Asus4 I’m a ghost in my home town, since they knocked that dancehall down G Em F#m Bm G Asus4 D High in summer once I knew some girls, they are married with kids now {name: Chorus} Bm E A F#m Bm E A Asus4/G D/F# Friday morning farmer burn the corn saw the dreaming fields aflame Em A D Goodbye dreaming fields {name: Verse} D G Asus4 D G Asus4 Broken doll you were not made for this tawdry serenade G Em F#m Bm G A7 Nor your poor tin soldier rusting now since it rained on your parade D G Asus4 D G Asus4 Should your ragged marching band ever dance across this land G Em F#m Bm G A7 D Don’t forget to wave at your poor old dad in his castle made of sand {name: Outro} Bm E A F#m Bm E A Asus4/G D/F# Friday morning farmer burn the corn saw the dreaming fields aflame Em A D Bm G Goodbye dreaming fields A D Bm G Goodbye dreaming fields A D Bm G Goodbye dreaming fields