Changing of the Guards
G D Em Sixteen years, Am C G D Em Sixteen banners united over the fields C D Where the good shepherd grieves. Em Am C G D Desperate men, desperate women divided, Em C D G Spreading their wings 'neath the falling leaves. Fortune calls. I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace, Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down. She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born, On midsummer's eve, near the tower.