{t:MOONLIGHT SHADOW} {st:Mike Oldfield} {chords_size: 1} {chords_position: 1} {print_chords:yes} {print_major:yes} {print_minor:yes} {print_seventh:yes} {print_bemol:yes} {print_bass_not_root:yes} {font:Title,Comic Sans MS, 20, 0,true,false} {font:SubTitle,Comic Sans MS, 16, 0,true,false} {font:Lyric,Comic Sans MS, 10, 0,false,false} {font:Chord,Arial, 8, 255,false,true} {font:Comment,Comic Sans MS, 8, 16711680,false,false} {font:Tablature,Courier New, 10, 65280,false,false} {font:Header,Comic Sans MS, 10, 0,true,false} {font:Footer,Comic Sans MS, 10, 0,true,false} {font:Control,MS Sans Serif, 8, 16711680,false,false} {left_margin: 800} {right_margin: 600} {top_margin: 1000} {botton_margin: 1000} {print_orientation: 1} {two_column_on} Th[Em]e last time that ever she s[C]aw him, [D] carried away by[G] a moonligh[D]t shadow. He [Em]passed on worried and [C]warning, c[D]arried away by a m[G]oonlight sh[D]adow. L[G]ost in a riddle that S[D]aturday night, [Em]far [C]away on the o[D]ther side, he was c[G]aught in the middle of a d[D]esperate fight and she c[Em]ouldn`t find h[C]ow to push thr[D]ough. Th[Em]e trees that whisper in t[C]he evening, c[D]arried away by a m[G]oonlight sh[D]adow. Sing a [Em]song of sorrow and gr[C]ieving c[D]arried away by a m[G]oonlight sh[D]adow. A[G]ll she saw the silhou[D]ette of a gun, [Em]far a[C]way on the o[D]ther side, he was sh[G]ot six times by a m[D]an on the run, and she c[Em]ouldn`t find h[C]ow to push thr[D]ough. {start_of_bridge} [G]I st[D]ay, [G] I pr[D]ay, see y[G]ou in h[C]eaven f[D]ar away, [G]I st[D]ay, [G] I pr[D]ay, see y[G]ou in h[C]eaven [Am]one [D]day. {end_of_bridge} [Em] Four a.m. in the [C]morning, [D] carried away by [G]a moonlight[D] shadow. I w[Em]atch your vision f[C]orming, c[D]arried away by a m[G]oo[,]nlight sh[D]adow. The st[G]ars move slowly in a s[D]ilvery night, [Em]far a[C]way on the o[D]ther side, will you c[G]ome to talk to [D]me this night, but she c[Em]ouldn`t find h[C]ow to push thr[D]ough. {comment:(Bridge)} {comment:(Solo)} {column_break} F[Em]ar aw[C]ay on the o[D]ther side Ca[G]ught in the riddle of A hu[D]ndred and five The ni[Em]ght was he[C]avy and the a[D]ir was alive But she cou[Em]ld`nt find h[C]ow to push th[D]rough {two_column_off}