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e Once I Drose above the Cnoise and Dconfusion
e Just to Dget a glimpse Cbeyond this Dillusion
a I was Gsoaring ever Fhigher   F  G 
a But I Gflew too Dhigh
e Though my Deyes could see I Cstill was a Dblind man
e Though my Dmind could think I Cstill was a Dmad man
a I hear the Gvoices when IF9;m dreamingF  G 
a I can Ghear them Dsay

e Carry Gon my Dwayward Cson
e There'llG be peace wDhen you are done
e Lay your Gweary Dhead to Crest
(N.C.)
Don't you cry no more

e MasqueDrading as a Cman with a Dreason
e My chaDrade is the Cevent of the Dseason
a And if I Gclaim to be a Fwise man    F  G 
a It surely Gmeans that I donD9;t know
e On a Dstormy sea of Cmoving Demotion
e Tossed Dabout I'm likCe a ship on Dthe ocean
a I set Gsail for winds of Ffortune   F  G 
a But I Ghear the voices Dsay

e Carry Gon my Dwayward Cson
e There'llG be peace wDhen you are done
e Lay your Gweary Dhead to Crest
(N.C.)
Don't you cry no more