Originally in E, I play in G, in which case play the
intro chords as just V I (ignore the roots and sus)
| Dadd4 | G/D |
| x 3 |
| Dadd4 | G/D |
| Seven A.M., the usual morning | lineup |
| Dadd4 | G/D |
| Start on the chores and sweep till the floor’s all | clean |
| D# | A# |
| Polish and wax, do laundry, and mop and | shine up |
| D | D/C | G/B | |
| Sweep a | gain, | and by | then |
| A | D7 | |
| It’s like | seven fif | teen, and so I’ll |
“Read a book” is 3 5 6 of the key
| G | C | Am7 | G |
| Read a | book or maybe | two or | three |
“few new paintings” on 3 6(up) 6(down) 2 of the key
| Em7 | A7 | Cadd9 | G | |
| I’ll add a | few new | paintings to my | galle | ry |
“tar and knit” on 3 1 6 of the key
| Em7 | A7 | |
| I’ll play gui | tar and | knit and cook |
| C | B7 | Em7 | |
| And | ba | sica | lly just wonder |
| A9 | D7sus4 | G |
| When will my l | ife be | gin |
| Dadd4 | G/D |
| x 2 |
| Dadd4 | G/D |
| Then after lunch it’s puzzles and darts and | baking |
| Dadd4 | G/D |
| Paper mache, a bit of ballet and | chess |
| D# | A# |
| Pottery and ventriloquy, candle | making, then I’ll |
| D | D/C | Gsus/B |
| Stretch, | maybe | sketch |
| A | D7 | |
| Take a | climb, sew a | dress, and I’ll |
| G | C | Am7 | G | |
| Re- | read the | books if I have | time to | spare |
| Em7 | A7 | |
| I’ll paint the | walls some | more |
| Cadd9 | G | |
| I’m sure there’s | room some | where |
| Em7 | A7 | |
| And then I’ll | brush and | brush |
| C | B7 | Em7 | |
| And brush and | brush | my | hair |
| A7 | C | B7 | Em7 | |
| Stuck in the | same place I’ve | al | ways | been |
| Am7 | G/B | |
| And I’ll keep | won’dring and | won’dring |
| C | Bm7 | E7 | |
| And | won’dring and | won’ | dring |
| A9 | D7sus4 | G |
| When will my | life be | gin? |
| G | C/G | G | C/G | |
| And to | morrow | night | lights will a | ppear |
| G | C/G | G | Am7 |
| Just like they | do on my | birthday each | year |
| Em7 | A7 | D7sus4 | G | G7 |
| What is it | like out | there where they | glow? |
| C | G/B | C | Dsus4 |
| Now that I’m | older mother | might just let me | go |