Flutes Of Chi

G D Everything that you are, Am that you'd like to be D Will come in three, my friend G D Times thine inequity Am The flutes of the chi D Will sound again, my friend G D Wrap yourself up in gold, Am The fruits of the old, D Are ripe to be told, my friend G D For, it's not what you are, Am How you've come to be D All this will end and begin again Solos G D Everything that you are, Am that you'd like to be D Will come in three, my friend G D Times thine inequity Am The flutes of the chi D Will sound again, my friend