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From: dynasor@infi.net (Dennis McClain-Furmanski)
Subject: CRD: Widow With A Shawl (Donovan)
Date: 8 Jul 1995 06:30:22 GMT

Widow With A Shawl
Words and Music by Donovan Leitch

{CRD file by Dennis McClain-Furmanski/dynasor@infi.net}


Am                               G
Dear wind that shakes the barley free,

Am                               G   G/F#     Em
Blow home my true love's ship to me, fill her sails.

Am                      G
I a-weary wait upon the shore.


Am                          G
Forsake her not in times of storm,

Am                           G     G/F#     Em
protect her oaken beams from harm, fill her sails.

Am                      G
I a-weary wait upon the shore.


Am                   G
Whether he be in Africa

Am                    G  G/F#     Em
Or deep asleep in India, fill his dreams,

Am                      G
I a-weary wait upon the shore.


Am                             G
Dear snow white gulls upon the wing,

Am                     G    G/F#   Em
I, like you, are lamenting, for my love.

Am                      G
I a-weary wait upon the shore.


Am                   G
And in my chariot of sleep,

Am                         G     G/F# Em
I ride the vast and dreamy deep, deep sea.

Am                     G
I awake a-weary on the shore.


Am                         G
For seven years and seven days,

Am                         G     G/F# Em
no man has seen my woman's ways, dear God.

Am                         G
I a-weary cry upon the shore.


Am                        G
Along the shingle beach I go,

Am                     G   G/F# Em
the wind about me as I make my way,

Am                        G
to my weary dream upon my bed.


Am                               G
Dear wind that shakes the barley free,

Am                               G   G/F#     Em
Blow home my true love's ship to me, fill her sails.

Am                      G
I a-weary wait upon the shore.

Am                      G
I a-weary wait upon the shore.

--
dynasor@infi.net                                       The Doctor is on.

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From: rzlucy@hikos.rz.uni-konstanz.de (Dierk Lucyga)


Mellow Yellow - Donovan
D                  G        D                     A7 A Ab
I m just mad about Saffron, Saffons s mad about me.
G                      G7   A
I m just mad about Saffron, Saffons s mad about me.
      A7             D     G      A7             D     G
They call me Mellow Yellow, they call me Mellow Yellow,
      A7             D     G A7
They call me Mellow Yellow.

D                  G         D                       A7 A Ab
I m just mad about Fourteen, Fourteen s mad about me.
G                      G7     A
I m just mad about Fourteen, she s just mad about me.
      A7             D     G      A7             D     G
They call me Mellow Yellow, they call me Mellow Yellow,
      A7             D     G A7
They call me Mellow Yellow

D                  G        D                A7 A Ab
Born high forever to fly, wind velocity nil.
G                    G7   A
Born high forever to fly, if you want your cup I will fill
      A7             D     G      A7             D     G
They call me Mellow Yellow, they call me Mellow Yellow,
      A7             D     G A7
They call me Mellow Yellow

D            G         D                         A7 A Ab
Electrical banana, is going to be a sudden grace,
G              G7     A
Electrical banana is bound to be the very next phase.
      A7             D     G      A7             D     G
They call me Mellow Yellow They call me Mellow Yellow
      A7             D     G A7
They call me Mellow Yellow

D                  G        D                     A7 A Ab
I m just mad about Saffron, Saffons s mad about me.
G                      G7   A
I m just mad about Saffron, Saffons s mad about me.
      A7             D     G      A7             D     G
They call me Mellow Yellow, they call me Mellow Yellow,
      A7             D     G A7
They call me Mellow Yellow.
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Josie

(A)Josie, I won?t (D)fail (A)ya,
I won?t fail (E)you, have no (A)fear,
As the tide of dawn is (D)sleep (A)ing
over the (E)land, the day is (A)near,

(A)The long breezes are (D)blow (A)in?
from the (E)sky, as I (A)recall,
How did you come to (D)love (A)me,
When you didn?t (E)love me at (A)all?

Josie, I won?t (D)fail (A)ya,
As she (E)lies here on my (A)breast,
In the night I think a(D)bout (A)her,
In the (E)day I get no (A)rest,

God bless you darling (D)Jos(A)ie,
With your sparklin? (E)eyes, so bright and (A)clear,
Josie, I won?t (D)fail (A)ya,
I won?t fail (E)you, have no (A)fear,

Josie, I won?t (D)fail (A)ya,
I won?t fail (E)you, have no (A)fear,
Josie, I won?t (D)fail (A)ya,
Give me one more (E)chance, the day is (A)near.

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From: zito@elec.mid.gmeds.com (James Zito)

These are copies of postings so I make no promises

Jennifer Juniper
Donovan Leitch

Bb(Fbass) F     Bb(Fbass) F     C7
Jen   -   i-fer Jun   -   i-per lives upon the hill
Bb(Fbass) F     Bb(Fbass) F     C7
Jen   -   i-fer Jun   -   i-per sitting very still
F                   C7
Is she sleeping?  I don't think so
F                     C7
Is she breathing? Yes very low
Bb                 C7       Gm7(Cbass)   C7   F    Bb(Fbass) C7(Fbass) F Bb F
What-cha do-in' Jen-   i   -fer        my love


Bb(Fbass) F     Bb(Fbass) F     C7
Jen   -   i-fer Jun   -   i-per rides a dappled mare
Bb(Fbass) F     Bb(Fbass) F     C7
Jen   -   i-fer Jun   -   i-per lilacs in her hair
F                C7
Is she dreaming? Yes I think so
F              C7
Is she pretty? Yes ever so
Bb                 C7       Gm7(Cbass)   C7   F    Bb(Fbass) C7(Fbass)
What-cha do-in' Jen-   i   -fer        my love

F      C7    F Bb               C7         Bb(Fbass)      F
I'm thinkin' of   what it would be like if she       loved me
F    C7  F    Am     Bb
You know just lately this happy song
Bb                  C7              Gm7(Cbass)     C7  C6   C9
It came along and I like to somehow try        and tell you


Bb(Fbass) F     Bb(Fbass) F     C7
Jen   -   i-fer Jun   -   i-per hair of golden flax
Bb(Fbass) F     Bb(Fbass) F     C7
Jen   -   i-fer Jun   -   i-per longs for what she lacks
F                   C7
Do you hear her? Yes I do sir
F                     C7
Would you love her? Yes I would sir
Bb                 C7       Gm7(Cbass)   C7   F    Bb(Fbass) C7(Fbass)
What-cha do-in' Jen-   i   -fer        my love
F        Bb(Fbass)
Jen-i-fer          Jun-i-per

Bb(Fbass) F     Bb(Fbass) F     C7
Jen   -   i-fer Jun   -   i-per vit sur la colline
Bb(Fbass) F     Bb(Fbass) F     C7
Jen   -   i-fer Jun   -   i-per assise tres tranquile
F             C7
Dort elle? Je ne crois pas
F                 C7
Respire t'elle? Oui mais tout bas
Bb                      C7     Gm7(Cbass) C7   F
Qu'est ce que tu fais Jen - ny mon       a - mour

F       Bb         F  C7  F      Bb(Fbass)         F C7
Jen-i-fer Jun-i-per        Jen-i-fer      Jun-i-per
F      Bb            F
Jen-i-fer Jun-i-per

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Frоm: dуnаsоr@infi.net (Dennis McClain-Furmanski)
Date: 8 Jul 1995 06:29:17 GMT
Subject: CRD: Isle оf Islay (Dоnоvаn)

CRD: islе_оf_islау.crd   /d/dоnоvаn

Isle оf Islay
Wоrds and Music by Dоnоvаn Leitch

{CRD file by Dennis McClain-Furmanski/dуnаsоr@infi.net}

Nоте: Time change each line [4/4 : 2/4 : 4/4] *

Gm                          Eb
Ноw high the gulls fly о'er Islay.
|4/4                  |2/4 | 4/4 | *

Gm                           F
Ноw sad the farm lad deep in play.

Eb          F             Gm
Felt like a grain оn уоur sand.


Gm                              Eb
Ноw well the sheep's bell music makes.

Gm                          F
Rоvin' the cliff when fancy takes.

Eb            F            Gm
Felt like the tide left me here.


Gm                               Eb
Ноw blest the fоrеsт with birds' sоng.

Gm                            F
Ноw neat the cut peat laid sо lоng.

Eb          F             Gm
Felt like a seed оn уоur land.

[Instrumental -- nо time change in these lines]

Gm    Gm    Eb    Bb   Gm
Gm    Gm    Eb    Bb   Gm


Gm                          Eb
Ноw high the gulls fly о'er Islay.

Gm                           F
Ноw sad the farm lad deep in play.

Eb            F            Gm
Felt like the tide left me here.

Eb          F             Gm
Felt like a grain оn уоur sand.

Eb          F             Gm
Felt like a grain оn уоur sand.

--
dуnаsоr@infi.net                                       The Dостоr is оn.

G                     Bm              C                D7
Thrown like a star in my vast sleep I open my eyes to take a peep
G                  Bm         C               D7
To find that I was by the sea gazing with tranquility
      F                    C              G
'Twas then that the Hurdy Gurdy Man came singing songs of love
F                    C             G             D7 G
Then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man came singing songs of love

Chorus:
F              C              G           D7 G
Hurdy gurdy hurdy gurdy hurdy gurdy gurdy he sang    
F              C              G           D7 G
Hurdy gurdy hurdy gurdy hurdy gurdy gurdy he sang    
F              C              G           D7 G
Hurdy gurdy hurdy gurdy hurdy gurdy gurdy he sang    

F C G G

G                     Bm              C       D7
Histories of ages past unenlightened shadows cast
G                  Bm         C               D7
Down through all eternity the crying of humanity
      F                    C              G
'Tis then that the Hurdy Gurdy Man comes singing songs of love
F                    C             G             D7 G
Then that the Hurdy Gurdy Man comes singing songs of love

Chorus:
F              C              G           D7 G
Hurdy gurdy hurdy gurdy hurdy gurdy gurdy he sang    
F              C              G           D7 G
Hurdy gurdy hurdy gurdy hurdy gurdy gurdy he sang    
F              C              G           D7 G
Hurdy gurdy hurdy gurdy hurdy gurdy gurdy he sang

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From: RSambu@aol.com
To: guitar@olga.net
Subject: TAB: Epistle to Dippy (Donovan)

(Lyrics courtesy Serge Mironneau)

Epistle To Dippy     (Donovan P. Leitch)

4/4
[Intro]:
       v   v   v   v   |   v   v   v   v   |
   e-------------------|-------------------|
   B-------------------|-------------------|
   G-------------------|---2-0-------------|   [4x]
   D---0---0---0---0---|---------2---0-----|
   A-------------------|---------------3---|
   E-------------------|-------------------|

C
Look on yonder misty mountain
See the young monk meditating rhododendron forest
Over dusty years, I ask you
What's it been like being you?
F                  C
Through all levels you've been changing
F                     C
Getting a little bit better no doubt,
F                  C
The doctor bit was so far out.
Bb                  C               Bb            C
Looking through crystal spectacles, I can see you had your fun.

[intro riff 2x]

Doing us paperback reader
Made the teacher suspicious about insanity,
Fingers always touching girl.
Through all levels you've been changing
Getting a little bit better no doubt,
The doctor bit was so far out.
Looking through all kinds of windows, I can see you had your fun.
Looking through all kinds of windows, I can see you had your fun.

[intro riff 3x]

/  Bb  /  C  /

/  F  /  C  /  F  /  C  /  F  /  C  /

Looking through crystal spectacles, I can see you had your fun.
Looking through crystal spectacles, I can see you had your fun.

[violin bit for guitar]:

       v   v   v   v   |   v   v   v   v   |
   e-------------------|---8---8---8-------|
   B-----6-6-8-6---5---|-------------------|
   G-------------------|-------------------|  [2x solo, 2x w/intro on bass]
   D-------------------|-------------------|
   A-------------------|-------------------|
   E-------------------|-------------------|


Rebelling against society,
Such a tiny speculating whether to be a hip or
Skip along quite merrily.
Through all levels you've been changing
Elevator in the brain hotel
Broken down a-just as well-a
Looking through crystal spectacles, ah I can see you had your fun.

[intro riff 2x]

[do intro riff with this]:
    Dum dum dum, dum dum dum dum dum
    Dum dum dum, dum dum dum dum dum
Dum dum dum dum, dum dum dum dum dum
Dum dum dum dum, dum dum dum dum dum
Dum dum dum dum, dum dum dum dum dum  [fade...]

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From: zito@elec.mid.gmeds.com (James Zito)

These are copies of postings so I make no promises

Colours
Donovan Leitch

G
Yellow is the colour of my true loves hair
       C               G
in the morning when we rise
       C               G
in the morning when we rise
           D              C               G
That's the time thats the time I love the best

G
Green's the colour of the sprklin' corn
       C               G
in the morning when we rise
       C               G
in the morning when we rise
           D              C               G
That's the time thats the time I love the best

G
Mellow is the feelin' that I get
       C          G
when I see her Mm hmm
       C            G
when I see her uh - huh
           D              C               G
That's the time thats the time I love the best

G
Freedom is a word I rarely use
        C             G
Without thinkin' mm - hmm
        C            G
without thinkin' mm -hmm
       D           C                   G        C   G
of the time of the time when I've been loved

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From bault@sr.hp.com (Bob Ault)
Subject: CRD: Atlantis - Donovan
Date: Thu, 21 Oct 1993 20:30:19 GMT

Atlantis
Donovan Leitch

C
The continent of Atlantis was an island
D
Which lay before the great flood
       F
In the area we now call the Atlantic Ocean.
C                                  G
So great an area of land, that from her western
C
shores, those beautifulsailors journeyed
       D
to the south and the North Americas with ease,
         F                        C
in their ships with painted sails.
G           C
To the east Africa was a neighbor across
D
a short strait of sea miles.
F
The great Egyptian age is but a
    C              G
remnant of the Atlantian culture.

C
The antedeluvian Kings colonised the world;
D
All the Gods who play a part in the
F
mythological dramas in all legends
            C                           G
from all  lands were from fair Atlantis.
C
Knowing her fate, Altantis sent out ships
               D
to all corners of the earth.
D
On board were the twelve, the poet,
F
the physician, the farmer, the scientist,
        C
the magician, and the other
          G
so called Gods of our legends.
C
Tho' Gods they were and as the elders
       D
of our time choose to remain blind,
D
let us rejoice and let us
F                                  C
sing and dance and ring in the new.

             G
Hail Atlantis!
C                  D
Way down below the ocean
F               C
where I wanna be
        G
she may be

(repeat and fade from 'way down')