Straight from Peter Katz's website:
[Intro]
G C/G G Em D/F# G
[Pre-Verse]
G C/G G Em D/F# G
How can I explain what I take away when the autumn falls and we go our separate ways
G C/G G Em D/F# G
What is it exactly, how can I describe, all that I discovered by that fireside
[Verse]
Am Am/B C/G
Some things aren't defined
Am Am/B C/G D/A
Some things they're just right
[Chorus]
G
‘Cause it's more than the green of trees
Am
It's more than the summer breeze
C/G
The smell of rocks and water
G D
Washing over me
G
It's more than the orange fire
Am
It's more than the fishing wire
C/G
It's more than the cabin walls
G D
Or that morning bugle call
C/G D/A
It's something you can't touch
G C/G
But you can hold so dear
[Verse]
Am Am/B C/G
Some things aren't defined
Am Am/B C/G D/A
Some things they're just right
[Chorus]
G
‘Cause it's more than the green of trees
Am
It's more than the summer breeze
C/G
The smell of rocks and water
G D
Washing over me
G
It's more than the orange fire
Am
It's more than the fishing wire
C/G
It's more than the cabin walls
G D
Or that morning bugle call
C/G D/A
It's something you can't touch
G C/G
But you can hold so dear
[Outro]
(alternate between G and C/G)
oh it won’t be long, ‘til the summer comes…
