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Capo 8th
C
There are thick stars up above
Am
Where the trees part themselves
Em
Thick dust among many
G
Corks lined up on the shelf
C Am Em G
And bats in the attic we share, we share
C
There is smoke to kill mosquitoes
Am
Waiting just above to drink our blood
Em
And gas in a lamp that we light
G
When the sun goes down
C Am
My love wakes shaking with nightmare
Em G
And the night air pulls in close around
Am F
Come revenant, come, come ye gentle host,
C G
To my patient hip and across our sleeping coasts.
Am F
Lay down your mantle, shot through with gold,
C G
That we may lie again, here in sweet repose.
C Am
Rest your arms down around the oars now
Em G
And hear how the night continues on alive and well.
C Am
When how rare the bird, how still the wind!
Em G
And we still within it sigh and shift and turn,
saying,
C
Sleep she comes to steal the ones who
Am
Fill their glass and leave the rest,
Em
Whose teeth get brushed, who eat enough,
G
And who know how to treat their friends.
C Am
How long this night seems with
Em G
No sign of a bright dream to guide us toward the day,
Am G
....to guide us toward the day.
Am F
Come revenant, come, come ye gentle host.
C G
To my patient hip and across our sleeping coasts.
Am F
Lay down your mantle, shot through with gold,
C G Am
That we may lie again, here in sweet repose, ah sweet.
