Pilgrims progress — Procol Harum

Verse

I sat me down to write a simple story Which maybe in the end became a song D/F# Dm/F C/E Ebdim In trying to find the words which might begin it I found these were the thoughts I'd brought along

Verse

At first I sought to be an anchor I gathered up my fears to ride me round But then I clearly saw my own delusion And found my struggles further brought me down

Verse

In starting out I thought to go exploring And set my foot upon the nearest road In vain I looked to find the promised turning But only saw how far I was from home

Bridge

In searching I forsook the paths of learning And sought instead to find some pirate's gold In fighting I did hurt those dearest to me Still no hidden truths could I unfold

Verse

I sat me down to write a simple story Which maybe in the end became a song The words have all been read by one before me We're taking turns in trying to pass them on B7/D# Em Am7 Am7/D G [N.C.] Oh, we're taking turns in trying to pass them on

Coda: piano (chords and rests as indicated):