Biografia:
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[Intro]
Eb Ab Eb Bb Ab Eb
Eb Ab Eb Bb Ab Eb
[Verse]
Eb
When trees are turning
Ab
Chimney smoke is curling
Eb Bb
Fallen leaves are swirling
Ab Eb
I'll be coming home
Eb
When geese are wending
Ab
Apple branches bending
Eb Bb
When the summer's ending
Ab Eb
I'll be coming home
[Interlude]
Eb Ab Eb Bb Ab Eb
[Verse]
Eb
When Autumn's first frost
Ab
Glistens on the corn stalks
Eb Bb
The bales of hay and sweet squash
Ab Eb
I'll be coming home
Eb
And hill and meadow
Ab
Are crimson, rust and yellow
Eb Bb
When the fruits of August mellow
Ab Eb
I'll be coming home
[Chorus]
Ab
And rest will greet me
Eb
Love will receive me
Cm Fm
And joy, like a deep red wine
Bb
Fill my heart
[Interlude]
Eb Ab Eb Bb Ab Eb
[Verse]
Eb
I have been trodding
Ab
The furrowed fields of summer
Eb Bb
Footsteps heavy under
Ab Eb
The seeds I've come to sow
Eb
When some have sprouted
Ab
And I have hoped and doubted
Eb Bb
And every bushel's counted
Ab Eb
I'll be coming home
[Chorus]
Ab
And rest will greet me
Eb
Love will receive me
Cm Fm
And joy, like a deep red wine
Bb
Fill my heart
Ab
And rest will greet me
Eb
Love will receive me
Cm Fm
And joy, like a deep red wine
Bb
Fill my heart
Eb
Nights will be cold then
Ab
Foxes in their holes then
Eb Bb
Skies awaiting snow when
Ab Eb
I'll be coming home
Eb
When hearths are burning
Ab
Tables set with sterling
Eb Bb Ab Eb
I will be returning
[Outro]
Eb Ab Eb Bb Ab Eb
Eb Ab Eb Bb Ab Eb
Eb Ab Eb Bb Ab Eb
[Verse]
Eb
When trees are turning
Ab
Chimney smoke is curling
Eb Bb
Fallen leaves are swirling
Ab Eb
I'll be coming home
Eb
When geese are wending
Ab
Apple branches bending
Eb Bb
When the summer's ending
Ab Eb
I'll be coming home
[Interlude]
Eb Ab Eb Bb Ab Eb
[Verse]
Eb
When Autumn's first frost
Ab
Glistens on the corn stalks
Eb Bb
The bales of hay and sweet squash
Ab Eb
I'll be coming home
Eb
And hill and meadow
Ab
Are crimson, rust and yellow
Eb Bb
When the fruits of August mellow
Ab Eb
I'll be coming home
[Chorus]
Ab
And rest will greet me
Eb
Love will receive me
Cm Fm
And joy, like a deep red wine
Bb
Fill my heart
[Interlude]
Eb Ab Eb Bb Ab Eb
[Verse]
Eb
I have been trodding
Ab
The furrowed fields of summer
Eb Bb
Footsteps heavy under
Ab Eb
The seeds I've come to sow
Eb
When some have sprouted
Ab
And I have hoped and doubted
Eb Bb
And every bushel's counted
Ab Eb
I'll be coming home
[Chorus]
Ab
And rest will greet me
Eb
Love will receive me
Cm Fm
And joy, like a deep red wine
Bb
Fill my heart
Ab
And rest will greet me
Eb
Love will receive me
Cm Fm
And joy, like a deep red wine
Bb
Fill my heart
Eb
Nights will be cold then
Ab
Foxes in their holes then
Eb Bb
Skies awaiting snow when
Ab Eb
I'll be coming home
Eb
When hearths are burning
Ab
Tables set with sterling
Eb Bb Ab Eb
I will be returning
[Outro]
Eb Ab Eb Bb Ab Eb
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