I Am A Rock

Simon, Garfunkel

A winter's Gday, in a Cdeep and dark Gdecember;

AmI D7am Calone, GAmgazing from my Bmwindow Amto the streets Bmbelow

On a Amfreshly fallen Csilent shroud of Dsnow.

CI Am A GRock, CI am an D7islGand.

I've built Gwalls, a Cfortress steep and Gmighty,

That AmD7none may CpeneGtrate. I Amhave no need of Bmfriendship;

AmFriendship causes Bmpain. It's Amlaughter and it's Cloving I disDdain.

CI Am A GRock, CI am an D7islGand.

Don't talk of Glove, but I've Cheard the words Gbefore;

It's Amsleeping D7in my CmemoGry. I Amwon't disturb the Bmslumber of Amfeelings

That have Bmdied. If I Amnever loved I Cnever would have Dcried.

CI Am A GRock, CI am an D7islGand.

I have my Gbooks, and my Cpoetry to proGtect me;

I am AmshielD7ded in Cmy Garmor, Amhiding in my Bmroom, Amsave within my Bmwomb.

I Amtouched no one and Cno one touches Dme.

CI Am A GRock, CI am an D7islGand.

And a Amrock D7feels no Gpain;

And an Amisland D7never Gcries!