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< Part 1: acoustic folk intro: guitar & recorders >
There's a lady who's sure All that glitters is go-old And she's buying a stairway to Heaven.
When she gets there she knows - If the stores are all closed With a word she can get what she came for.
Uh-uh-ooh, ooh-uh-uh-uh-uh, And she's bu-uying a stairway to Heaven.
There's a sign on the wall But she wants to be sure 'Cause you know sometimes words have two me-eanings.
In a tree by the brook There's a songbird who sings - Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgi-iven.
< Part 2: start at 2.16: slow electric >
Ooh-, it makes me wonder. Ooh-, it makes me wonde-e-e-e-e-e-er.
There's a feeling I get When I look to the west And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen Rings of smoke through the trees And the voices of those who stand looking.
Ooh-, it makes me wonder. Ooh-, it really makes me wonder.
And it's whispered that soo-un If we all call the tune Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will da-awn For those who stand long And the forests will echo with laughter.
Ou-ou-ou-ou-oh-ho-oh.
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow don't be alarmed now - It's just a spring clean for the May queen. Yes, there are two paths you can go by but in the long run There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder. Oh-oh-oh-oh.
Your head is humming and it won't go in case you don't know, The piper's calling you to join him, Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know Your stairway lies on the whispering wind, oh-, oh-oh.
< Part 3: start at 5.33; bridge & guitar solo >
< Part 4: start at 6.47; fast hard rock >
And as we wind on down the road Our shadows taller than our so-oul, There walks a lady we all kno-u-ow Who shines white light and wants to show How everything still turns to go-old, And if you listen very ha-ard The tune will come to you at last. When all are one and one is a-all, yeah-eh, To be a rock and not to ro-[o]-ll.