{new_song} {title: Paper Wings} {key: G} {capo: 2} {comment_italic: \copyright 1989 Stephen Savitzky. \SomeRightsReserved.} {time: 4:30} {meta: For Carolly dedication} {start_of_verse} [G]She sits alone by candle-light and [C]sings a wistful [G]song Of [D7]freedom from a world [D6]where [D7]she [D]will [D7]nev[D6]er [D]quite [G]belong She [D5]takes a square of paper [(G)]and [D5]she [C]folds it as she [G]sings; A [D7]tiny dragon lifts [D6]its [D7]head [D]and [C]spreads [G]its [D]pa[G]per wings. {end_of_verse} {start_of_chorus} [D5]Listen to the [(G)]song [D5]she [G]sings [D]so [C]late into the [G]night She [D]folds the tiny [Dsus4]pap [D]er [Dsus2]wings [D]and [C]dreams [G]of dra[Gsus4]gon [G]flight Dra[C]gon [D7]flight [D5]dragon [G C G6]flight dragon [D7]flight [D6]dra[G9\,G]gon flight {end_of_chorus} {start_of_verse} She recalls the pretty legend that they told in days gone by If you fold a thousand paper cranes then you may never die. A tiny dragon perches on a chip of crystal stone; Would a thousand paper dragons have a magic of their own? {end_of_verse} {start_of_verse} She folds them through the autumn rains and silent winter snow: A thousand squares of paper by the candle's quiet glow. She sings her songs of dragon-flight; the night is soft and deep; And paper dragons watch her bed to guard her in her sleep. {end_of_verse} {start_of_verse} At last upon a rose-red dawn the day breaks clear and warm; A thousand tiny dragons whirl around her like a storm. She watches them in wonderment 'til like the song she sings, She rises with them free to fly away on paper wings. {end_of_verse} {comment_italic: (x) -- just play the note x, no chord.} This was commissioned by Cathy Cook and Carolly Hawksdottir, inspired by Fred Small's song ``Cranes Over Hiroshima'' and Carolly's origami dragons. {meta: website http://Steve.Savitzky.net/Songs/paper/lyrics}