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Raphael

Blumenfeld Hugh
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D-DU-UDU
 In the cool  hour of the evening,  the garden  gold and breathing
 My lover  at my hand,  Two virgins  in the land
 and angels  on the wing,  descending  as they sing,
 "Raphael, oh  Raphael"
 O how it made you warm to see my lover's form
 Who'd think a human touch could make an angel blush
 and you'd leave grudgingly as if you envied me,
 Raphael.
 You'd linger just to talk for hours as we'd walk
 Your feet burned on the hills -- you never had your fill
 Was it you who brought us fire on your wings of desire,
 Raphael?
 And when the earth grew cold the vision would not hold
 heaven closed its doors we never see you anymore
 and our voices fill the air like a table or a chair,
 Raphael.
 But I swear there's still an ember of paradise remembered
 a certain shade of blue the nakedness we knew
 and I wonder if you keep the feel of grass beneath your feet
 and when you seraphim embrace now, does the blood rise in your face
 Raphael?
 Oh, Raphael, Raphael.

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Readable chord sheet for Raphael by Blumenfeld Hugh

In the [Am]cool hour of the [F]evening, the [Am]garden gold and [F]breathing
My [Am]lover at my [F]hand, Two [C]virgins in the [G]land
and [Am]angels on the [F]wing, de[C]scending as they [G]sing,
"Raph[Am]ael[F], [C]oh [G]  Raph[Am]ael"[F]   [C]      [G]

O how it made you warm to see my lover's form
Who'd think a human touch could make an angel blush
and you'd leave grudgingly as if you envied me,
Raphael.

You'd linger just to talk for hours as we'd walk
Your feet burned on the hills -- you never had your fill
Was it you who brought us fire on your wings of desire,
Raphael?

[Bm] [G]

And when the earth grew cold the vision would not hold
heaven closed its doors we never see you anymore
and our voices fill the air like a table or a chair,
Raphael.

But I swear there's still an ember of paradise remembered
a certain shade of blue the nakedness we knew
and I wonder if you keep the feel of grass beneath your feet
and when you seraphim embrace now, does the blood rise in your face
Raphael?

Oh, Raphael, Raphael.

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