Epistle To Derrollv2

...EPISTLE TO DERROLL... by Donovan

*from 'A Gift from a Flower to a Garden' (1968)*

(Original Key: Eb)

(*N.B* The C and C/G chord are played in this rhythm):

Intro:

C C/G, C C/G C C/G, F C C/G C C/G

Verse 1:

Come all ye starry star-fish, living in the deep blue sea.

Crawl to me; I have a propo-sition to make thee.

Would you walk the North Sea floor, to Belgium from Eng-land?

Chorus 1:

Bring me word of a banjo man,

With a tattoo on his hand.

Verse 2:

The spokesman of the star-fish, spoke as spokesman should.

"If'n you met our fee then, certainly we would.

If you cast a looking-glass u-pon the scallopped sand;

Chorus 2:

You'll have word o' this banjo man,

With a tattoo on his hand".

Verse 3:

Come all ye starry star-fish, I know your ways are caped.

Maybe its be-cause you're astro-logically shaped.

Converse with the herring shoals, as I know you can,

Chorus 3:

Bring me word o' the banjo man,

With a tattoo on his hand.

Verse 4:

The eldest of the star-fish spoke, after a sigh;

"Youthfull as you are young man, you have a 'Wisdom Eye';

Surely you must know a looking-glass, is made from sand?

Chorus 4:

These young-fish are fooling you,

A-bout this banjo man."

Verse 5:

"Come then aged star-fish, riddle me no more.

For news I am wea-ry, and my heart is sore.

All on the silent sea-shore, help me if you can,

Chorus 5:

Tell to me, if you know, of this banjo man."

Verse 6:

"All through the seven o-ceans, I am a star most famed.

Many 'leggys' have I lost, and many have I gained.

Strange to say, quite recent-ly, I've been to Fleming Land,

Chorus 6:

And if you are courteous, I'll tell you all I can.

Verse 7:

"You have my full at-ten-tion", I answered him with glee,

His brother stars were twink-ling, in the sky above the sea.

So I sat there with rapt at-tention, on the sand,

Chorus 7:

Very anxious for to hear, of the banjo man.

Verse 8:

"I have seen this tattooed hand, through a ship port-hole.

Steaming on the watery main, through the waves so cold.

Heard his tinkling banjo, and his voice so grand.

Chorus 8:

But you must come to Belgium, to shake his tattooed hand."

Verse 9:

"Gladly would I come, oh, gladly would I go.

Had I not my work to do, and my face to show.

I re-joice to know he's well, but I must go in-land,

Chorus 9:

Thank you for the words you brought, of the banjo man."

Verse 10:

I walked a-long the evening sand, as charcoal clouds did shift.

Re-vealing the moon shi-ning, on the pebble drift.

Contem-plating every other word, the starfish said;

Chorus 10:

Whistly winds, they filled my dreams, in my dreaming bed.

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Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2006 (clumsyband@hotmail.com)