The French Girl

written by Ian Tyson

 

Esus E
E            A    E/G# F#m  E             B
Three silver rings          on slim hands waiting
                E            A      E/G#           F#m
Flash bright in candlelight through Sunday's early morn
           A   E/G# F#m E            B
We found a room         that rainy morning
            E                    A         E/G#   F#m
She took my hand through winding roads and led me home
                A   E/G# F#m  E          B
Some red French wine          when later waking
       E                   A         E/G#       F#m
In her warm hideaway, she smiled and combed her hair
B                     E
She laughed each time I asked her name
B                E
Made promises to meet again
        A            G#m    F#m     E
But her friends down at the French café
      F#m                 B
Had no English words for me
           A   E/G# F#m  E         B
So you may find          above the border
            E             A       E/G#     F#m
A girl with silver rings, I never knew her name
                A  E/G# F#m  E                  B
You're bound to lose,        she's too much for you
                 E               A    E/G#             F#m
She'll leave you lost one rainy morn, you won't be the same
B                     E
She laughed each time I asked her name
B                E
Made promises to meet again
        A            G#m    F#m     E
But her friends down at the French café
       F#m               B
Had no English words for me

B                     E
She laughed each time I asked her name
B                E
Made promises to meet again
        A            G#m    F#m     E
But her friends down at the French café
       F#m               B
Had no English words for me

 

From Gene Clark "Echoes"
Columbia Records