Bm                 D          A                                     E
Most of our years have flown away with nothing much decided 
G                      D                    A                           Bm      
Except the board we′re playing on, how it′s to be divided 
Will more years yet die alone? The question′s many-sided 
Got no answers of my own and none have been provided 


CHORUS

Bm                   D                       A             E
When I was a boy there was nothing to know 
D               Bm              A           Bm  
The wind followed me wherever I′d go 
Rain came down where I made my stand 
And the cyclone rose with a wave of my hand 


VERSE

There is a game that′s only played in a darkened room with strangers
Dealt down and dirty with unmarked cards eyes closed to dangers 
Jealousy folds without playing its hold card, romance raises grinning 
I spent several lifetimes there where I could not lose for winning 


CHORUS

When I was a boy there was love for free 
Glad to be given and received by me 
Rain came down where I made my stand 
And the cyclone rose with a wave of my hand 


I believe I can still make the cyclone rise 
Just can′t see it so well, with my fading eyes 

Bm                     D                    A                           E
A mystery to myself not everything now I was born to be 
G                             D                                 Bm      
All I know is when I wanted it so, the wind itself rose for me 


You know, if it wasn′t for love 

I might just be a wandering man 

But believe I′ve made the better choice 

To sing about it with this band 

Bm                              A              E                
When I was a boy, I could summon the moon 
        D                               A           Bm  
With a crook of the finger and a home-made tune 

I could ride the clouds when they sailed on by 

And sing all the words to a wildcat′s cry 

When I was a boy there was nothing to know 
The wind followed me wherever I′d go 
Rain came down where I made my stand 
And the cyclone rose with a wave of my hand 

I believe I can still make the cyclone rise 
And the cyclone rose 
Wave of my hand 
Rain came down where I made my stand