{title: Commune}
{artist: Roy Harper}

(Capo 2nd fret)

[D][C][D][G][D]

[G] I thought I heard the [D] sound of my [G] name
[G] And I looked back [D]down be[G]hind me
[G] And with hair like [D] the ripened [G] wheat she came
[G] Sure as the [D] west wind [G]to find me
[G] And just for a moment I [D] wished my [G] life
[G] To see our friends all a-[D]round us [G]
[G] And I turned to [D] her [G] but I held my breath
[G] In the far Nor[D]wegian [G] mountains


[G] For there we stood [D] two children [G] of spring
[G] As everything seemed [D] to be [G] gleaming
[G] Her looking breathless [D] clean [G] out of my mind
[G] And me with my [D] crazy [G] dreaming
[G] To think of my [D] friends under-[G]neath the same roof
[G] In one common [D] destina-[G]tion
[G] When all we do [D] is remain [G] aloof
[G] like we have no [D] close [G] relation


[C] [G] And [D] love is my [G] torment
[C] And I'll take when I can
[C] [G] But I'll give []in the moment
[C] When you are my woman and I am your man

[G] And I watched her makin' her first daisy chain
[G] As her nipples hung hard in suggestion
[G] And naked, gnat-bitten we drifted plain
[G] In the hazy deserved sensation
[G] And we dreamt of all the loves we'd known
[G] And we never never thought of the sorrow
[G] With forelocks wound over primrose down
[G] In the wood by the emptin long barrow




[C] [G] Two silver greenflies to flicker the backdropping, lush of the emerald springtime
[C] [G] To lust for a moment in love of another is dust on a dragonfly's wing

[C] [G] And love is no torment for we'll give when we can
[C] [G] And we'll live in the moment when you are my woman and I am your man

[G] And the blackcap sings and the forest rings, the nettles tall around me
[G] With shafts of sun and moving things and poems fast and slowly
[G] And fantasies of luscious thirst for new lust and fresh waters to seek it
[G] Like diamonds set in realities of skies drawn back in secret

But somewhere out there with my heart in her care
And her prayers in the breezes that caught them
She sits like the earth as I fly to her arms
Like the showering yellows of autumn

And love is no torment for we'll give when we can
And we'll live in the moment when she is my woman and I am her man