| Am | Am+7 | |
| There s a | lady who s | sure |
| Am7 | D | |
| All that | glitters is | gold |
| Fmaj7 | G | Am | |
| And she s | buying a stairway to | hea - | ven. |
| Am | Am+7 | |
| When she | gets there she | knows |
| Am7 | D | |
| If the | stores are all cl - | osed |
| Fmaj7 | G | Am | |
| With a | word she can get what she | came | for. |
| C | D | Fmaj7 | Am | C | G | D |
| Ooh, | ooh, | Ooh, ooh | and she s | buying a | stairway to | heaven. |
| Am | Am+7 | |
| There s a s - | ign on the | wall |
| Am7 | D | |
| But she | wants to be | sure |
| Fmaj7 | G | Am | |
| cause you | know sometimes words have two | mean - | ings. |
| Am | Am+7 | |
| In a | tree by the | brook |
| Am7 | D | |
| There s a | songbird who | sings, |
| Fmaj7 | G | Am | |
| Sometimes | all of our thoughts are | mis - | given. |
| D | Am | Em | D | C | D |
| Ooh, it makes me | wonder | , |
| D | Dsus4 | D | Am | Em | D | C | D |
| Ooh | , | and it makes me | wonde - | r. |
| C | G | |
| There s a | feeling I | get |
| Am | |
| When I | look to the west, |
| C | G | F | Am | |
| And my | spirit is | crying for | leav - | ing. |
| C | G | |
| In my | thoughts I have | seen |
| Am | |
| Rings of | smoke through the trees, |
| C | G | F | Am | |
| And the | voices of | those who stand | look - | ing. |
| D | Am | Em | D | C | D |
| Ooh, it makes me | wonder | , |
| D | Dsus4 | D | Am | Em | D | C | D |
| Ooh | , | and it makes me | wonde - | r. |
| C | G | |
| And its | whispered that | soon |
| Am | |
| If we | all call the tune |
| C | G | F | Am | |
| Then the | piper will | lead us to | reas - | on. |
| C | G | |
| And a | new day will | dawn |
| Am | |
| For | those who stand long |
| C | G | F | Am | |
| And the | forests will | echo with | laugh - | ter. |
| C | G | Am |
| If there s a | bustle in your | hedgerow |
| G | |
| Don t be | alarmed now, |
| C | G | Am |
| It s just a | spring clean for the | may queen. |
| C | G | Am |
| Yes, there are | two paths you can | go by |
| G | |
| But in the | long run |
| C | G | Am |
| There s still | time to change the | road you re on. |
| D | Am | Em | D | C | D |
| Ooh, it makes me | wonder |
| C | G | Am |
| Your head is | humming and it | won t go |
| G | |
| In case | you don t know, |
| C | G | Am |
| The pipers | calling you to | join him, |
| C | G | Am |
| Dear lady, | can you hear the | wind blow, |
| G | |
| And did | you know |
| C | G | Am |
| Your stairway | lies on the | whispering wind. |
| Am | G | F | G/Am |
| And as we | wind on down the | road |
| G | F | G/Am | |
| Our shadows | taller than our | soul | . |
| G | F | G/Am |
| There walks a | lady we all | know |
| G | F | G/Am |
| Who shines | white light and wants to | show |
| G | F | G/Am | |
| How every - | thing still turns to | gold | . |
| G | F | G/Am |
| And if you | listen very | hard |
| G | F | G/Am | |
| The tune will | come to you at | last | . |
| G | F | G/Am |
| When all are | one and one is | all |
| G | F | |
| To be a | rock and not to | roll. |
| F | G | Am | |
| And she s | buying a | stairway to hea - | ven. |
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