October Song Chords by Bert Jansch

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I'll sing [A] you _ this [B]
October [F#] song, there is no [B] song before _ it.
The [A] words and tune [B] are none of my own, [F#] for my joys and [B] sorrows bore it. _
_ Beside the _ sea, _ _ the _ brambly _ [F#] priors, _ still [B] of the _ evening, _ _ [A] birds fly _ out [B] behind the [F#] sun, and with them [B] I'll be leaving. _ _ _ _ _ _
The [A] fallen _ leaves that [B] do the [F#] ground, know the [B] art of dying, _ _ _ and [A] live with joy, their [B] glad, cold [F#] hearts in scarlet [B] shadows lying. _ _
When hunger _ _ _ _ called, my footsteps found, [F#] _
the morning [B] follows _ after, _ I swim [A] the _ seas [B] within my mind, [F#] pine trees [B] laugh green laughter. _ _ _ _ _ _
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[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ I [A] used to _ search [B] for happiness, [F#] I used [B] to follow pleasure, _ _ but I found [A] the door behind [B] my [F#] mind, and that's the [B] greatest _ treasure.
_ _ For rulers _ like _ _ to lay down _ [F#] laws, and rebels [B] like to break _ them, and the poor priests [A] like _ to [B] walk in [F#] chains, and God likes [B] to forsake them. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I [A] met a man, whose [B] name was [F#] time, he said I [B] must be going, _ _ _ but [A] just how long [B] ago that [F#] was, I have no [B] way of knowing.
_ _ _ Sometimes I _ _ _ watch him at a _ time, _ [F#] sometimes when [B] my heart's _ aching, but [A] mostly I just [B] stroll [F#] along the path that [B] he has taken. _
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_ _ _ _ _ I'll sing you this October [F#] song, there is [B] no song before _ _ it.
The words [A] and tune [B] are none of my [F#] own, for my joys [B] and sorrows bore it.
_ _ Beside [Em] the _ sea, _ _ [C#m] the _ [B] brambly bright _ _ earth, _ _
[F#] in the [B] cool of the evening, _ _ _ the [A] birds fly _ [B]
out behind the [A] sun, and with them [B] I'll be [A] leaving.
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