Weather Report Suite Full Version Prelude - Part 1- Let It Grow

I was not able to find a decent chart for the full weather report suite so I went ahead and arranged this.  I arranged the prelude from scratch and edited jdarks.com for part 1and rukind.com for Let It Grow.   PRELUDE ||:4/4 / - | - -| - - | - - - :|| |6/8 |4/4 - - - | - - | - - - | - - - | - - - | | - - | - - -| - - | - | - - | - - | | - - | - - | - - |2/4 - | 4/4 - - - | - - - | - - - | - - -|| --------------------------------------------------------------- (Into Weather Report Suite Part I) (source: jdarks.com) Winter rain now tell me why Summers fade and roses die. The answer came the wind and rain. | - - | - - | Golden hills now veiled in grey Summer leaves have blown away. Now what remains? The wind and rain. | - - | - - | And like a desert spring My lover comes and spreads her wings. Knowing like a song that’s born to soar the sky Flowing flowing ’til the waters all are dry Growing the loving in her eyes.   SOLO SECTION |4/4 - - - | - - - | - - - | - - - | | - - -  | - - - |2/4 - |4/4 - - - | - - - | | - - - | - - | - - | Circle songs and sands of time Seasons will end in tumbled rhyme    And little change the wind and rain. | - - | - - | And like a desert spring My lover comes and spreads her wings. Knowing like a song that’s born to soar the sky Flowing flowing ’til the rivers all are dry Growing the loving in her eyes. Winter gray and falling rain We’ll see summer come again Darkness falls and seasons change (gonna happen every time) Same old friends the wind and rain (we’ll see summer by and by) Winter gray and falling rain (summers roses die) We’ll see summer come again Like a song that’s born to soar the sky. | - - - | - - - | - - - | - - - | - - - || __________________________________________________________________ LET IT GROW (source RUKIND.COM) Intro:      Am                                                Bdim7 Morning comes she follows the path to the river shore Am                                                   Bdim7 Lightly sung her song is the latch on the morning’s door See the sun sparkle in the reeds Silver beads pass to the sea       She comes from a town where they call her the wood cutter’s daughter She’s brown as the bank where she kneels down to gather her water She bears it away with a love that the river has taught her Let it flow let it flow wide and clear             / |---|---|---|---|---| |   |   |   |   |   | |---|---|---|---|---| |   x   X   |   |   X |---|---|---|---|---| |   |   |   |   |   | |---|---|---|---|---| |   |   |   |   |   | |---|---|---|---|---| Round and round the cut of the plow in the furrowed fields Season’s round the bushels of corn and the barley meal      Broken ground open and beckoning                 To the spring black dirt live again          The plowman is broad as the back of the land he is sowing    As he dances the circular track of the plow ever knowing     That the work of his days measures more than the planting and growing Let it grow let it grow greatly yield       What shall we say shall we call it by a name As well to count the angels dancing on a pin Water bright as the sky from which it came And the name is on the earth that takes it in We will not speak but stand inside the rain                                             / And listen to the thunder shout "I I I I " Jam on verse pattern So it goes we make what we made since the world began       Nothing more the love of the women work of man             Seasons round creatures great and small          Up and down as we rise and fall                -       -    Jam on Am7 Jam on Em7