Recorded lyrics not caught up with updated below.
Fmaj7 Cmaj7 x 3
G F x 2
G
As she moved away from the world She was luminous beneath the flowers
Slowly sadly I welcomed the night All damp from the autumn showers
I thought I saw her through a fog Weary and intangible
Already glowing there among the gods Timeless now and unchangeable
I hear her whisper in the water’s tears I embrace her in the sea’s squall
I see her dancing on the wind I hear the birds singing all to all
All is dark now beyond the earth So many lonely roads still to walk along
In the heart where the light comes from are memories of her constant song
Am G x 2
Am F G F
Just one more tragedy
To be played out on the dusty stage
Just another fallen tear
To splash into the laughing drain
Still the days come like an empty smile Brushing past me in a corner chair
I sit and watch the world go floating past it’s lightness almost too much to bear
Maybe you’ll find me in the burned out woods? Maybe you’ll find me in a dying field?
Searching for a sign of tender hope, That I might learn once again to feel
All is dark now beyond the earth So many lonely roads still to walk along
In the heart where the light comes from are memories of her constant song
swaying like a drunkard scorned, Haunted by the way that I used to feel
/Praying I don’t turn to steel
Don’t want my girl to feel the burden of the double love she now must bear/ Will my girl be burdened by the double love I’ll make her bear?
Too sad to think you can try to love the world When every second there’s a tragedy Too sad to
that you can touch
There’s nothing there’s nothing
I hear her in the water’s song and in the voice of fire
I hear her in the weeping bushes (Birago Diop)
Every fork in the road impossible to
Open-eyed waiting in that other place While the snow falls
I’ll be waiting like an orphaned child Every pore in pain for what I feel
I might be ready but I have no ou have to be a genius or a poet/artist to imagine them
This way for a freedom filled with tears
And this to be with your family in a prison
Becoming collateral in frowning newsreaders stories
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