| Song Name: | Year Of The Cat (chromatic) | By: | Al Stewart |
| Posted By: | WaltP | Difficulty: | Any |
| Key: | G | Genre: | 70s |
| Harp Type: | Chromatic | ||
| Created: | 2010-02-05 11:02:37 | Modified: | 0000-00-00 00:00:00 |
| Song: | YEAR OF THE CAT
By: Al Stewart & Peter Wood Key: G 3 -3 -4 4 -4 4 -4 -3 -3 3 On a morn-ing from a Bo-gart mov-ie 3 -3 -4 4 -4 4 -4 -3 3 In a coun-try where they turn back time 3 -3 -4 4 -4 4 -4 You go stroll-ing through the crowd -4 6 -4 �3 3 2 3 -4 -3 3 -3 Like Pet-er Lor-re con-tem-plat-ing a crime -4 -5 6 6 -5 6 -5 -4 -5 6 She comes out of the sun in a silk dress -4 -3 3 -3 -4 4 -4 4 -4 -3 3 Run-ning like a wa-ter-col-or in the rain -4 -3 3 -3 -4 -4 6 -4 -3 3 Don`t both-er ask-ing for ex-pla-na-tions 2 3 -4 -3 -3 3 -3 She`ll just tell you that she came -1 -1 -5 -4 -3 -4 In The Year Of The Cat |-4-3-2*-4|-4 -44-432-4| |-4 -4-3-2*-4 |-4 -44-432-4|-4 -4-3-2*-4| -5 -4 4 -4 4 -4 -3 -3 3 She does-n`t give you time for ques-tions 3 -3 -4 4 -4 4 -4 -3 3 As she locks up your arm in hers 3 -3 -4 4 -4 4 -4 -4 6 And you fol-low till your sense of which -4 -3 32 3 -4 -3 3 -3 -3 di-rec-tion com-plete-ly dis-ap-pears -4 -5 6 6-5 6 -5 By the blue tiled walls near -4 -5 6 -4-3 the mar-ket stalls 3 -3 -4 4 -4 4 -4 -3 3 There`s a hid-den door she leads you to -4 -3 3 -3 "These days" she says -4 6 -4 -3 3 2 3 "I feel my life just like a -4 3 -3 3 -3 -1 -5 -4 -3 -4 riv-er run-ning through the Year Of The Cat" |-4-3-2*-4|-4 -44-432-4| |-4 -4-3-2*-4 |-4 -44-432-4|-4 -4-3-2*-4| -5 -5 -5* 5 -4 -4 -3 3 Well she looks at you so cool-ly 2 3 6 -5 and her eyes shine 3 -3 -4 4 -4 -3 like the moon in the sea -4 4 -3 -4 4 -4 -3 -3 3 She comes in in-cense and patch-ou-li 2 3 6 -5 6 -6 -6 6 -5 So you take her to find what`s wait-ing 5 -5 -5 -5 -4 -3 -4 In-side the Year Of The Cat |-4-3-2*-4.|..-4 -44-432-4|-4 -4-3-2*-4| |-4 -44-432-4|-4 -4-3-2*-4.|�� Well morning comes and you`re still with her And the bus and the tourists are gone And you`ve thrown away your choice and lost your ticket so you have to stay on But the drumbeat strains of the night remain in the rhythm of the new born day You know sometime you`re bound to leave her but for now you`re gonna stay in the Year Of The Cat |
