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.
