Testo Something's Wrong

Hours of joy when I was just a boy Bb And never wrong I knew F Eb Kites of red would fly above my head Bb The birds would sing their song Dm Now something's wrong Bb Dm Where the Sherwood used to be Bb Cm C F Eb Eb/D F Neon brambles now I can see F Eb Fields of corn on early summer mornings Bb Or late afternoons F Eb Anytime there was a place to find Bb Where life seemed not so soon Dm Now all too soon Bb Dm Is this where I used to be Bb Cm C F Eb Eb/D F Still remembering what is me Bb Dm And I won't even try Bb Dm To find a reason why Cm C Eb F Eb Bb F Eb Bb I must live here just to die Dm Now something's wrong Bb Dm Where the Sherwood used to be Bb Cm C F Eb Eb/D F Bb Neon brambles now I can see "The Fantastic Exepdition Of Dillard & Clark" 1968