Have them, Julie - the chords should work, may have misheard a word or three, though.

Hard Light    David Mallett

(G)    (Bm)    (C)    (G)       (Bm)    (C)    (D)   
(G)    (Bm)    (C)    (G)       (Bm)    (C)    (G)
It´s so warm and it´s (Bm)so nice
To (C)lie here in your (G)harbor, (C)(G)
And you tell me (Bm)all the things
That you (C)know I need to (D)hear.
(G) Let us rest and (Bm)do our best
To for(C)get the coming (G)morning,
(C)´Cause the (G)hard light of the (Bm)truth of things,
´Tis the (C)only (D)thing I (G)fear. (C)(G)    (C) (G)

You can walk in (Bm)satin shoes
And (C)I can march, a (G)warrior, (C)(G)
Straight into your (Bm)waiting arms
Where (C)virtue has no (D)price.
(G) Together at the (Bm)birth of love,
The (C)season falls a(G)round us, (C)(G)
So make it last, the (Bm)night must pass
Through the (C)fire (D) and the (G)ice.
(Em)       (D)    (Em)       (D)    (C)   
(Em)       (D)    (Em)       (D)    (G)   

´Cause I have seen the (Bm)lonely ones
Who (C)stand on in this (G)corner, (C)(G)
Homeless in their ho(Bm)mes
Where days are (C)dark and hearts do (D)die,
(C)And I´ve (G)heard tales of for(Bm)ever,
And I can (C)see what we are (G)after, (C)(G)
But in between the (Bm)laughter,
I hear (C)echoes (D) of good(G)bye.

Because it´s so nice and (Bm)so warm
To (C)lie here in your (G)harbor, (C)(G)
And you tell me (Bm)all the things
That you (C)know I need to (D)hear.
(G) So let us rest and (Bm)do our best
To for(C)get the coming (G)morning,
(C)´Cause the (G)hard light of the (Bm)truth of things,
´Tis the (C)only (D)thing I (G)fear.
(Em)       (D)    (Em)       (D)    (G)   

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Sweet Bird Of Youth    David Mallett

Capo 2nd fret

(G)    (C)    (G)    (D)    (G)(hold)
Sweet bird of (G)youth, don´t pass me by,
Don´t take the one thing left for time to (C)try,
Don´t leave me (G)grounded, teach me to (D)fly,
Sweet bird of (G)youth, (D) don´t pass me (G)by. (hold)

Flower of (G)spring, don´t let me down,
Don´t let your petals fall upon the (C)ground,
Don´t let your (G)bright green apples turn to (D)brown,
Flower of (G)spring, (D) don´t let me (G)down.

Turn back the yea(D)rs, turn back the (G)time,
Bring back the (C)pleasures that once brought me peace of (G)mind,
Take me away u(G4)pon (G)some jour(G4)ney (G)through (Gadd2)the (Em)past,
Because my (C)race is run and my time´s been done too (D)fast. (hold)

And rolling (G)river, take me away,
I heard you travel along to brighter (C)days,
And I´d like to (G)ride upon the crest of some young (D)wave,
Rolling (G)river, (D) take me a(G)way.   (Em) (D) (G)    (Em) (D) (G)
(Bm)    (C) (D/A) (C) (G/B) (Am) (G) (D)    (hold)

Sweet bird of (G)youth, don´t pass me by,
Don´t take the one thing left for time to (C)try,
Don´t leave me (G)grounded, teach me to (D)fly,
Sweet bird of (G)youth, (D) don´t pass me (G)by,
Teach me to (C)fly,
Sweet bird of (G)youth, (D) don´t pass me (G)by.      (C)    (G)   (C) (G/B) (Am) (D) (G)

© David Mallett, All Rights Reserved

The way I play it.

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