{title: A Hazy Shade Of Winter}
{artist: Simon and Garfunkel}
[Dm][C][Bb][A7] [Dm][C][Bb][A7]
[Dm]Time, time, time, See what’s be[C]come of me
While I [Bb]looked around for my possi[Am]bilities
I was so [C]hard to please
But look a[Dm]round, Leaves are [C]brown
And the [Bb]sky is a [A7]hazy shade of [Dm]winter

[Dm]Hear the Salvation [C]Army band
[Bb]Down by the riverside’s, Bound to be a better ride
Than [Am]what you’ve got planned
Carry your [C]cup in your hand
And look a[Dm]round, Leaves are [C]brown, now
And the [Bb7]sky is a [A7]hazy shade of [Dm]winter

[Dm]Hang on to your [C]hopes, my friend
[Bb]That’s an easy thing to say, But if your hopes should pass away
[Am]Simply pretend
That you can [C]build them again
Look a[Dm]round, The grass is [C7]high
The fields are [Bb7]ripe, It’s the [A7]springtime of my [Dm]life [Bb]

[Bb]Seasons change with the [F]scene[Fmaj7]ry
Weaving time in a [C7]tapestry
Won’t you stop and re[Dm]mem[A7]ber [Dm]me
[C]At any convenient time?
[Bb]Funny how my memory skips, Looking over manuscripts
Of [Am]unpublished rhyme Drinking my [C]vodka and lime

I look a[Dm]round Leaves are [C7]brown now
And the [Bb7]sky is a [A7]hazy shade of [Dm]winter
Look a[C]round Leaves are [Bb7]brown
There’s a patch[A7] of snow on the [Dm]ground
Look a[C]round Leaves are [Bb7]brown
There’s a patch[A7] of snow on the [Dm]!ground