From Where I Stand

G C D C D G High up on a mountain side, watching the clouds roll by. C D C D G Making up songs to sing, and thinking about everything. G C D C D G Oh the daffodil has just begun to gather strength from the summer sun. C D C D G The robin's song is always new, and the meadow drinks from the morning dew. {C: } G La la la C la la D la, C la la la D la la G la. G La la la C la la D la, C la la la D la la G la. It was a long climb to reach the top, gonna stretch out on a big old rock. And take a deep breath of mountain air, sitting in the sun with time to spare. And still no ones gives me a reason why living things have to die. Tell me how much is this life worth, it's still a mystery from death to birth. La la la la la la, la la la la la la. La la la la la la, la la la la la la. Well I loved a young man who died, but I never could seem to cry. Now I'm wondering just where he's gone, and it hurts me to carry on. Still the moon comes up, the sun goes down, and tears fall from the laughing clown. The dreamer dreams, the children play, and the world spins through another day. La la la la la la, la la la la la la. La la la la la la, la la la la la la. Still the moon comes up, the sun goes down, and tears fall from the laughing clown. The dreamer dreams, the children play, and the world spins through another day. # # Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives # by Steve Putz # 7 September 1992