Teignmouth Patrick Wolf Verse: [Am]On the Nig[F]ht train [C] [Em] [Am]I saw sp[F]irits Crawl [C]across the r[Em]iver mouth [Am]In skewed ascension [F]with no destination like[C] this lone batchelor[Em] in me [Am]This constant yearning for[F] great love and learning and the [C]wind to carry me [Em]free Chorus: [F]So when the birds fly[C] south, reach up an[Am]d hold their t[G]ails [F]Pull up and o[C]ut of here and br[Am]idle the autumn [G]gales [F]Down by the [C]burning cliffs,[Am] by the unre (azchords.com)