Golden Autumn Day chords - Van Morrison

Van Morrison Lyrics




Intro:

F  Am, Bbmaj7 (x2)

Verse 1:

       F
Well I heard,
The bells ringing,
      Am
I was thinking,
About winning,
        Bbmaj7
In this God,
Forsaken place.

        F
When my confidence,
Was well,
       Am
Then I tripped,
And I fell,
      Bbmaj7
Right flat,
On my face.

        F
Now I'm standing,
Erect,
      Am
And I feel,
Like coming back,
        Bbmaj7
And the sun,
Is shining gold.

      F
Put a smile,
On my face,
         Am
Get back in,
The human race,
        Bbmaj7
And get on,
With the show.

Bridge 1:

        C
And I'm taking in,
           Bbmaj7
The Indian Summer,
        C
And I'm soaking it,
         Bbmaj7
Up in my mind.
            C
And I'm pre-tending,
               Bbmaj7
That it's para-dise,

Chorus 1:

(Bbmaj7)
 On a golden,
       F    Bbmaj7
Autumn day,
On a golden,
       F    Bbmaj7
Autumn day.

(Bbmaj7)
 On a golden,
       F    Bbmaj7
Autumn day,
On a golden,
       F    C
Autumn day.

Verse 2:

       F
In the wee,
Midnight hour,
      Am
I was parking,
My car,
        Bbmaj7
In this dimly,
Lit town.

         F
I was at-tacked,
By two thugs,
    Am
Who took me,
For a mug,
And shoved me,
Bbmaj7
 Down on,
The ground.

         F
And they pulled,
Out a knife,
      Am
And I fought,
My way up,
        Bbmaj7
As they scarpered,
From the scene.

             F
Well this is no,
New York street,
And there's no,
Am
 Bobby on the beat,
And things,
      Bbmaj7
Ain't just,
What they seem.

Bridge 2:

        C
And I'm taking in,
           Bbmaj7
The Indian Summer,
        C
And I'm soaking it,
         Bbmaj7
Up in my mind.
            C
And I'm pre-tending,
               Bbmaj7
That it's para-dise,

Chorus 2:

(Bbmaj7)
 On a golden,
       F    Bbmaj7
Autumn day,
On a golden,
       F    Bbmaj7
Autumn day.

(Bbmaj7)
 On a golden,
       F    Bbmaj7
Autumn day,
On a golden,
       F    C
Autumn day.

Solo:

F  Am, Bbmaj7 (x4)

C  Bbmaj7 (x4)

F  Bbmaj7 (x3)
F  C

Verse 3:

          F
Who would think,
This could happen,
     Am
In a city like this?
              Bbmaj7
Among Blake's green,
And pleasant hills.

       F
And we must,
               Am
Remember as we go,
Through September,
            Bbmaj7
Among these dark,
Satanic mills.

           F
If there's such,

A thing as justice,
        Am
I could take them,
Out and flog them,
       Bbmaj7
In the nearest,
Green field.

       F
And it might be,
A lesson to,
    Am
The bleeders,
Of the system,
        Bbmaj7
In this whole,
Society.

Bridge 3:

        C
And I'm taking in,
           Bbmaj7
The Indian Summer,
        C
And I'm soaking it,
         Bbmaj7
Up in my mind.
            C
And I'm pre-tending,
               Bbmaj7
That it's para-dise,

Chorus 3:

(Bbmaj7)
 On a golden,
       F    Bbmaj7
Autumn day,
On a golden,
       F    Bbmaj7
Autumn day.

(Bbmaj7)
 On a golden,
       F    Bbmaj7
Autumn day,
On a golden,
       F    Bbmaj7
Autumn day.

Outro:

(Strings)

F, Bbmaj7 (x8)

   
Intro:

F  Am, Bbmaj7 (x2)

Verse 1:

       F
Well I heard,
The bells ringing,
      Am
I was thinking,
About winning,
        Bbmaj7
In this God,
Forsaken place.

        F
When my confidence,
Was well,
       Am
Then I tripped,
And I fell,
      Bbmaj7
Right flat,
On my face.

        F
Now I'm standing,
Erect,
      Am
And I feel,
Like coming back,
        Bbmaj7
And the sun,
Is shining gold.

      F
Put a smile,
On my face,
         Am
Get back in,
The human race,
        Bbmaj7
And get on,
With the show.

Bridge 1:

        C
And I'm taking in,
           Bbmaj7
The Indian Summer,
        C
And I'm soaking it,
         Bbmaj7
Up in my mind.
            C
And I'm pre-tending,
               Bbmaj7
That it's para-dise,

Chorus 1:

(Bbmaj7)
 On a golden,
       F    Bbmaj7
Autumn day,
On a golden,
       F    Bbmaj7
Autumn day.

(Bbmaj7)
 On a golden,
       F    Bbmaj7
Autumn day,
On a golden,
       F    C
Autumn day.

Verse 2:

       F
In the wee,
Midnight hour,
      Am
I was parking,
My car,
        Bbmaj7
In this dimly,
Lit town.

         F
I was at-tacked,
By two thugs,
    Am
Who took me,
For a mug,
And shoved me,
Bbmaj7
 Down on,
The ground.

         F
And they pulled,
Out a knife,
      Am
And I fought,
My way up,
        Bbmaj7
As they scarpered,
From the scene.

             F
Well this is no,
New York street,
And there's no,
Am
 Bobby on the beat,
And things,
      Bbmaj7
Ain't just,
What they seem.

Bridge 2:

        C
And I'm taking in,
           Bbmaj7
The Indian Summer,
        C
And I'm soaking it,
         Bbmaj7
Up in my mind.
            C
And I'm pre-tending,
               Bbmaj7
That it's para-dise,

Chorus 2:

(Bbmaj7)
 On a golden,
       F    Bbmaj7
Autumn day,
On a golden,
       F    Bbmaj7
Autumn day.

(Bbmaj7)
 On a golden,
       F    Bbmaj7
Autumn day,
On a golden,
       F    C
Autumn day.

Solo:

F  Am, Bbmaj7 (x4)

C  Bbmaj7 (x4)

F  Bbmaj7 (x3)
F  C

Verse 3:

          F
Who would think,
This could happen,
     Am
In a city like this?
              Bbmaj7
Among Blake's green,
And pleasant hills.

       F
And we must,
               Am
Remember as we go,
Through September,
            Bbmaj7
Among these dark,
Satanic mills.

           F
If there's such,

A thing as justice,
        Am
I could take them,
Out and flog them,
       Bbmaj7
In the nearest,
Green field.

       F
And it might be,
A lesson to,
    Am
The bleeders,
Of the system,
        Bbmaj7
In this whole,
Society.

Bridge 3:

        C
And I'm taking in,
           Bbmaj7
The Indian Summer,
        C
And I'm soaking it,
         Bbmaj7
Up in my mind.
            C
And I'm pre-tending,
               Bbmaj7
That it's para-dise,

Chorus 3:

(Bbmaj7)
 On a golden,
       F    Bbmaj7
Autumn day,
On a golden,
       F    Bbmaj7
Autumn day.

(Bbmaj7)
 On a golden,
       F    Bbmaj7
Autumn day,
On a golden,
       F    Bbmaj7
Autumn day.

Outro:

(Strings)

F, Bbmaj7 (x8)