Capo 8
G C G
Further from my widowed home take the road that sets it to the sun,
G C G
Waiting for my skin and bone to return and see what I've become,
Em C G
Summer has not yet been here though my days are long,
Em C G
Take me back to when the night was young and another song was sung.
G C G
What of all those pretty tales the ones that took me to this door,
G C G
Is it comfort in the salvers way is it comfort upon this wooden floor,
Em C G
Tell you is it a failure to forget the ones that self it,
Em C G
And I tried to remember but my mind is no longer clean.
Em C Am C
Oooh Ooooh Oooh, You recognise me,
Em C Am Em
Oooh Ooooh Oooh, I follow from, far from the trees,
Em C Am C
Oooh Ooooh Oooh, The woods came out, on to my knees,
Em C Am
Oooh Ooooh Oooh, I twisted round,
C G
I made no sound... No sound.
G C G
I'll wonder till my brittle bones has come and pulled me to the stone,
G C G
Further from the towns you've known I will remain from where I have begun,
Em C G
Summer before I start I was kicking home stones as a child,
Em C G
In the meadow when the storm came through and I followed straight back to you.
Em C Am C
Oooh Ooooh Oooh, You recognise me,
Em C Am Em
Oooh Ooooh Oooh, I follow from, far from the trees,
Em C Am C
Oooh Ooooh Oooh, The woods came out, on to my knees,
Em C Am
Oooh Ooooh Oooh, I twisted round,
C G
I made no sound... No sound.
G C G
Would you ever doubt my love when my day is done,
G C G
I'll lay down my body within this earth I've won,
Em C G
Would you try to follow the roads I had to walk,
Em C G
There's a whisper in the willow for they all hear me talk.