| Bm | E | A | |
| Long ago a young man | sits and | plays his waiting game |
| F#m | F#m7 | Bm | E | |
| But | things are not the | same it seems as | in such tender | dreams |
| Bm | E | A | Am7 | D | |
| Slowly passing sailing | ships and S | unda | y after | noon |
| F#m | F#m7 | Bm | E7 | |
| Like people on the | moon I see are | things not meant to | be |
| CHORUS: Cm7 G |
| Where do those golden rainbows end |
| Am7 | E | |
| Why is this s | ong so sad |
| Am7 | E | |
| Dreaming the dreams I've | dreamed my friend |
| Am7 | E | |
| Loving the | love I love to... |
| Bm | E | A | Am7 | D | |
| Love is just a word I | heard when | things are | being | said |
| F#m | F#m7 | Bm | E | |
| Stories my poor | head has told me | cannot stand the | cold |
| Bm | E | A | Am7 | D | |
| And in between what might have | been and | what has | come to | pass |
| F#m | Bm | E7 | |
| A | misbegotten guess alas and | bits of broken g | lass |
| CHORUS: Cm7 G |
| Where do your golden rainbows end |
| Am7 | E | |
| Why is this song I | sing so sad |
| Am7 | E | |
| Dreaming the dreams I | dream my friend |
| Am7 | E | Am7 | E | |
| Loving the | love I love to | love... to | love.. |
| ________________________________________________________________ |
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| / / )_(__(_ - "Look out for that root." -James Taylor |
| ________________________________________________________________ |
| From: StevenJ1@aol.com |
| Long Ago And Far Away |
| James Taylor (c) 1970 Blackwood Music |
| Abm | Eb/Ab | Abm7 | B/Db | F#maj7 | Bmaj7 | |
| Long ag | o a you | ng man s | its and pl | ays his waiting | game |
| Bbm | F/Bb | Bbm7 | Ebm7 | Abm7 | B/Db | |
| But th | ings are n | ot the s | ame it | seems, as | in such tender dr | eams |
| Abm | Eb/Ab | Abm7 | B/Db | F#maj7 | Bmaj7 | |
| Slowly | passing | sailing | ships and | Sunday afternoon |
| Bbm | F/Bb | Bbm7 | Ebm7 | Abm7 | B/Db | |
| Like p | eople | on the | moon I | see are | things not meant to | be |
| F#maj9 | Bmaj9 | |
| Where do those golden | rainbows end |
| F#maj9 | Bmaj9 | |
| Why is this song so | sad |
| F#maj9 | Bmaj9 | |
| Dreaming the dreams I' | ve dreamed my friend |
| F#maj9 | Bmaj9 | F#maj9 | |
| Loving the | love I l | ove to... |
| Abm | Eb/Ab | Abm7 | B/Db | F#maj7 | Bmaj7 | |
| Love is | just a | word I h | eard when | things are being | said |
| Bbm | F/Bb | Bbm7 | Ebm7 | Abm7 | B/Db | |
| Stories | my poor | head has | told me | cannot stand the | cold |
| Abm | Eb/Ab | Abm7 | B/Db | F#maj7 | Bmaj7 | |
| And | in be- | tween what | might have | been and | what has come to | pass |
| Bbm | F/Bb | Bbm7 | Ebm7 | Abm7 | B/Db | |
| A | mis-be- | gotten | guess a- | las and | bits of broken glass |
| F#maj9 | Bmaj9 | |
| Where do your golden r | ainbows end |
| F#maj9 | Bmaj9 | |
| Why is this song I sin | g so sad |
| F#maj9 | Bmaj9 | |
| Dreaming the dreams I | dream my friend |
| F#maj9 | Bmaj9 | F#maj9 | Bmaj9 | |
| Loving the | love I love to | love... to | love.. |
| 3x||: Amaj9 Dmaj9 :|| Amaj7 |
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| Amaj9: x02100 |
| Dmaj9: 0x0220 |
| F#/B: 224322 |
| G#/C#: 446544 |