LATE NOVEMBER Sandy Denny C Em G F The wine it was drunk, the ship it was sunk, C G F A The shot it was dead, all the sorrows were drowned. C Em G F The birds they were clouds, the brides and the shrouds C G F A And as we drew south the mist it came down. C Em G F The wooded ravine to the wandering stream, C G F A The serpent he moved, but no-one would say. C Em G F The depths of the waters, the bridge which distraught us C G F A And brought to me thoughts of the ill-fated day. C Em G F The temples were filled with the strangest of creatures C G F A One played it by ear on the banks of the sea. C Em G F That one was found but the others they went under. C G F A Oh the tears which are shed, they won't come from me. C Em G F The methods of madness, the pathos and the sadness, C G F A God help you all, the insane and wise. C Em G F The black and the white, the darkness of the night, C G F A I see only smoke from the chimneys arise. C Em G F The pilot he flew all across the sky and woke me. C G F A He flew solo on the mercury sea. C Em G F The dream it came back, all about the tall brown people, C G F A The sacred young herd on the phosphorus sand.