[Intro]
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[Verse]
D
When the deer has bedded down and the bear has gone to ground
A D E
And the Northern goose has wandered off to warmer bay and sound
A D
It's so easy in the cold to feel the darkness of the year
A E D A
And the heart is growing lonely for the morning
[Chorus]
E A
Oh, my Joanie, don't you know that the stars are swinging slow
D E
And the seas are rolling easy as they did so long ago?
A D
If I had a thing to give you, I would tell you one more time
A E D A E A
That the world is always turning toward the morning
[Verse]
D
When October's growing thin and November's coming home
A D E
You'll be thinking of the season and the sad things that you've seen
A D
And you hear that old wind walking, hear him singing high and thin
A E D A
You could swear he's out there singing of your sorrow
[Chorus]
E A
Oh, my Joanie, don't you know that the stars are swinging slow
D E
And the seas are rolling easy as they did so long ago?
A D
If I had a thing to give you, I would tell you one more time
A E D A E A
That the world is always turning toward the morning
[Verse]
D
So, the darkness falls around you and you hear the North wind blow
A D E
And you hear him call your name out as he walks the brittle snow
A D
That old wind don't mean you trouble, he don't care or even know
A E D A
He's just walking down the darkness toward the morning
[Chorus]
E A
Oh, my Joanie, don't you know that the stars are swinging slow
D E
And the seas are rolling easy as they did so long ago?
A D
If I had a thing to give you, I would tell you one more time
A E D A E A
That the world is always turning toward the morning
[Verse]
D
It's a pity we don't know what the little flowers know
A D E
They can't face the cold November, they can't take the wind and snow
A D
They put their glories all behind them, bow their heads and let it go
A E D A
But you know they'll be there shining in the morning
[Chorus]
E A
Oh, my Joanie, don't you know that the stars are swinging slow
D E
And the seas are rolling easy as they did so long ago?
A D
If I had a thing to give you, I would tell you one more time
A E D A E A
That the world is always turning toward the morning