Felicity - Chords, Lyrics and Origins
Origins
Felicity is a song that I wrote. It had its genesis way back in 1990. At the time I was living in a shared house by the railway station (that's a Railroad station for you Americans), in a little room that cost me £40 (at the time, maybe $70) a week to rent. Five of us lived in the house and lots of friends were always visiting. The lyrics are about a friend of a friend from down the road who one day stopped in for a cup of tea (very British, I know). Sadly, I can't remember her name, or even what she looked like, and I think it's the only time I ever saw her. The only thing I do remember is that she wasn't called Felicity. Back in 2008 (or so), I dusted the song off, found a new tune and chord structure for the verses, added a different bridge and came up with a new instrumental middle eight, and the result is what you hear below. You can find out more about my original recordings at my web site: www.peterwebster.org.uk.
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Chords
Introduction
C F G
C F G
First Verse
Bb F C F C F G
The Golden-haired girl lives by the railway station.
Bb F C F C F G
You could say that meeting her has been my salvation.
Bridge (the hummed bit)
F C Dm7 C G Gsus4 G
F C Dm7 C G Gsus4 G
Second Verse
Bb F C F C F G
The trains roll in; the trains roll out.
Bb F C F C F G
There’s far too many for me to count,
Bb F
But I’ll lay with you, I’ll stay with you
C
From the end to the start of the day with you.
Bridge (the hummed bit)
F C Dm7 C G Gsus4 G
F C Dm7 C G Gsus4 G
Chorus
C F G C F G
Oh Felicity, you’ve got to me;
C F G C F G
Oh my Felicity, you’ve got to me.
Instrumental Middle 8
Am Em F G
Am Em F G Gsus4 G
Lyrics
The Golden-haired girl lives by the railway station.
You could say that meeting her has been my salvation.
The trains roll in; the trains roll out.
There’s far too many for me to count,
But I’ll lay with you, I’ll stay with you
From the end to the start of the day with you.
Oh Felicity, you’ve got to me;
Oh my Felicity, you’ve got to me.
Well I hear that she’s going abroad, now that summer’s over;
Maybe I can catch her in my beat-up Ford on the way to Dover.
Oh Felicity, you’ve got to me;
Oh my Felicity, you’ve got to me.
Oh Felicity, you’ve got to me;
Oh my Felicity, you’ve got to me.
Copyright © Peter Webster 1990