The Rise Okkervil River All the riders o[C]n the rise [Fmaj7]Circlers from every side All the riders on the rise Circlers from every side [Am]Eyes up! Light floods ar[G]ound in a yellow shadow after night Comes down in a grand fall (?) in a dull dumb swipe. And allā??s white. [C]Fire painting on the pines [Fmaj7]And hawks above the timber-line Water weeping from the ice Water weeping from the ice [Am]Heat is lost Winter rocks into a lonely bo[G]xwood grove And quiet snowfall Smothers all of (azchords.com)