The only version I know of was on Art Garfunkel's album Watermark,
with Pete Carr on guitar.
Thanks so much; any help would be greatly appreciated. (And apologies
if this posted twice; the first one didn't seem to take.)
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The only version I know of was on Art Garfunkel's album Watermark,
with Pete Carr on guitar.
Thanks so much; any help would be greatly appreciated.
--remove capital letters in e-mail address to reply--
Gm Ebmaj7 Cm7
1.How delicate the tracery of her fine lines,
Bbmaj7 Ebmaj7 Ab F11 F7
Like the moonlit lace tops of the evening pines.
Bbmaj7 Ebmaj7 Abmaj7 F7
Like a song I have heard thru a closed door,
Ebmaj7 Cm7 F7
Like an old book when you cannot read the writing anymore.
Gm Ebmaj7 Cm7 F7
2.How innocent her visage as my child lover lies,
Bbmaj7 Ebmaj7 Abmaj7 F11 F7
Pressed against the rainswept windy windows of my eyes.
Bbmaj7 Ebmaj7 Abmaj7 F11 F7
Like an antique etching glass design that somehow turned out wrong.
Ebmaj7 Bb/D Ebmaj7 Bb/D
I keep looking through old varnish, at my late lovers body,
Ebmaj7 Bb/D Ebmaj7 Bb/D
Caught on ancient canvas, and decay disappearing,
Ebmaj7 Cm7 F11 Bb
even as I sing the song.
Gm Ebmaj7 Cm7 F7
3.How tenderly the tapestry is draped with my regret,
Bbmaj7 Ebmaj7 Abmaj7 F11 F7
Like the bittersweet embroidery that hasn't faded yet,
Bbmaj7 Ebmaj7 Abmaj7 F11
But I see the details dying in that distant soft design,
F7 Ebmaj7 Bb Cm7 F11
Like the taste of summer fading from the dusty winter wine.
Gm Ebmaj7 Cm7 F7
4.How secretly, how silently, my sorrow disappears,
Bbmaj7 Ebmaj7 Abmaj7 F11 F7
You can't see it with your eyes, or hear it with your ears.
Bbmaj7 Ebmaj7 Ab F11 F7
Like a watermark that's never there, and never really gone,
Ebmaj7 Bb/D Ebmaj7 Bb/D
I keep looking through old varnish, at my late lovers body.
Ebmaj7 Bb/D Ebmaj7 Bb
Caught on ancient canvas and decaying, disappearing,
Ebmaj7 Cm7 F11 Bb
Even as I sing this song.
P.S. Hope you get this in time.