Bob Dylan: "Ballad in Plain D" D Bm G D I once loved a girl, her skin it was bronze Bm C G With the innocence of a lamb, she was gentle like a fawn D Bm G D I courted her proudly, but now she is gone A A7 D A A6 A7 Gone as the season she's ta--ken. D Bm G D In a young summer's youth, I stole her away Bm C G From her mother and sister, though close did they stay D Bm G D Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day A D With strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us. D Bm G D Of the two sisters, I loved the young Bm C G With sensitive instincts, she was the creative one D Bm G D The constant scrapegoat, she was easily undone A D By the jealousy of others around her. D Bm G D For her parasite sister, I had no respect Bm C G Bound by her boredom, her pride to protect D Bm G D Countless visions of the other she'd reflect A D As a crutch for her scenes and her society. D Bm G D Myself, for what I did, I cannot be excused Bm C G The changes I was going through can't even be used D Bm G D For the lies that I told her in hopes not to lose A D The could-be dream-lover of my lifetime. D Bm G D With unseen consciousness, I possessed in my grip Bm C G A magnificent mantelpiece, though its heart being chipped D Bm G D Noticing not that I'd already slipped A A7 D To a sin of love's false security. D Bm G D From silhouetted anger to manufactured peace Bm C G Answers of emptiness, voice vacancies D Bm G D Till the tombstones of damage read me no question but, "Please A A7 D What's wrong and what's exactly the matter?" D Bm G D And so it did happen, like it could have been foreseen Bm C G The timeless explosion of fantasy's dream D Bm G D At the peak of the night, the king and the queen A D Tumbled all down into pieces. D Bm G D "The tragic figure" her sister did shout D Bm C G "Leave her alone, God damn you, get out" D Bm G D And I in my armour, turning about A And nailing her in the ruins of her pettiness. D Bm G D Beneath a bare light bulb the plaster did pound Bm C G Her sister and I in a screaming battleground D Bm G D And she in between, the victim of sound A D Soon shattered as a child to the shadows. D Bm G D All is gone, all is gone, admit it, take flight Bm C G I gagged in contradiction, tears blinding my sight D Bm G D My mind it was mangled, I ran into the night A D Leaving all of love's ashes behind me. D Bm G D The wind knocks my window, the room it is wet Bm C G The words to say I'm sorry, I haven't found yet D Bm G D I think of her often and hope whoever she's met A D Will be fully aware of how precious she is. D Bm G D Ah, my friends from the prison, they ask unto me Bm C G "How good, how good does it feel to be free"? D Bm G D And I answer them most mysteriously A A7 D "Are birds free from the chains of the skyway"?