C  F    C  F    C  F
 

[Verse]

C              F          C
Sunrise in the rearview
               F
Falling down before
   C                    F
Go west young man, it's something
     G                   C
That you've never done before


[Verse]

                       F        C
Morning fog out on the meadow
                  F
Corn at four foot high
    C              F
And every fountain of my youth
   G                F
Is just a well gone dry


[Chorus]

                      C
Now is the time of collection
F                 C
Now is the season undone
F                    C
Now is the winter of my discontent
     G
Made glorious summer
   F           C  F    C  F    C
By your sun


[Verse]

                   F           C
Pretty like a well worn bible
                 F
Pretty is just a word
      C             F
She's golden to the sun in September 
      G             C
She's golden to the sun


[Verse]

                     F
It seems like I remember
    C                 F
Her hair was long and brown
        C                F         G
And sometimes she put on lipstick
                  C
When we went into town


[Verse]

            F
And Iowa in Springtime
C                     F
Throws shadows on the ground
          C           F
Where the Mississippi River
G                    F       G
Follows the railways down


[Bridge]

               Am           F       G
And I'd follow you down the water
        Am               F      G
Just to see you wet your hair
            Am          F       G
I'd buy for you all the ocean
        Am                F      G
All its glories you would wear
        Am                  F          G
And I'd follow you into the blue sky
        Am         F            G
Just to see your angels shine
        Am             F                          G
And I'd buy for you all the wild blue and yonder
                 F
Just to make you mine
                 C     F    C  F    C  F
Just to make you mine


[Verse]

C              F
Sunrise in the rearview
C              F
Falling down before
   C                    F
Go west young man, it's something
     G                   C
That you've never done before


[Verse]

                            F          C
There's new mown hay at the roadside
                      F
And straw bales piled up
               C             F
And they'll be dry by mid-September
        G           F
So will I, with any luck


[Chorus]
                      C
Now is the time of collection
F                 C
Now is the season undone
F                    C
Now is the winter of my discontent
     G
Made glorious summer
   F           
By your sun