Capo 2, travis-fingerpicking
D Em A D
I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song.
C D
Im twenty-two now but I wont be for long
G A
Time hurries on.
D C G A D
And the leaves that are green turn to brown,
Bm
And they wither with the wind,
A
And they crumble in your hand.
and so on...