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I was not able to find a decent chart for the full weather report suite so I went ahead and arranged
this. I arranged the prelude from scratch and edited jdarks.com for part 1and rukind.com for Let It
Grow.
PRELUDE
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(Into Weather Report Suite Part I) (source: jdarks.com)
Winter rain now tell me why
Summers fade and roses die. The answer
came the wind and rain.
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Golden hills now veiled in grey
Summer leaves have blown away. Now what
remains? The wind and rain.
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And like a desert spring
My lover comes and spreads her wings.
Knowing like a song that's born to soar the sky
Flowing flowing 'til the waters all are dry
Growing the loving in her eyes.
SOLO SECTION
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Circle songs and sands of time
Seasons will end in tumbled rhyme
And little change the wind and rain.
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And like a desert spring
My lover comes and spreads her wings.
Knowing like a song that's born to soar the sky
Flowing flowing 'til the rivers all are dry
Growing the loving in her eyes.
Winter gray and falling rain
We'll see summer come again
Darkness falls and seasons change
(gonna happen every time)
Same old friends the wind and rain
(we'll see summer by and by)
Winter gray and falling rain
(summers roses die)
We'll see summer come again
Like a song that's born to soar the sky.
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LET IT GROW (source RUKIND.COM)
Intro:
Am Bdim7
Morning comes she follows the path to the river shore
Am Bdim7
Lightly sung her song is the latch on the morning’s door
See the sun sparkle in the reeds
Silver beads pass to the sea
She comes from a town where they call her the wood cutter’s daughter
She’s brown as the bank where she kneels down to gather her water
She bears it away with a love that the river has taught her
Let it flow let it flow wide and clear
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Round and round the cut of the plow in the furrowed fields
Season’s round the bushels of corn and the barley meal
Broken ground open and beckoning
To the spring black dirt live again
The plowman is broad as the back of the land he is sowing
As he dances the circular track of the plow ever knowing
That the work of his days measures more than the planting and growing
Let it grow let it grow greatly yield
What shall we say shall we call it by a name
As well to count the angels dancing on a pin
Water bright as the sky from which it came
And the name is on the earth that takes it in
We will not speak but stand inside the rain
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And listen to the thunder shout "I I I I "
Jam on verse pattern
So it goes we make what we made since the world began
Nothing more the love of the women work of man
Seasons round creatures great and small
Up and down as we rise and fall
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Jam on Am7
Jam on Em7
(moins de barrés)