Listening to Old Voices John Hiatt
THEY HAVE C[A]OME TO HAUNT THE CH[Bm]ILDREN, THEY HAVE C[G]OME TO WALK THE W[Em]IND
I CAN H[A]EAR THEM AS THEY R[Bm]USTLE THROUGH THE T[G]REES
LOOKING F[A]OR THE LOVE THAT K[Bm]ILLED THEM ,SO THAT T[G]HEY MIGHT LIVE A[Em]GAIN
IT'S A S[A]IMPLE PRAYER THAT B[Bm]RINGS ME TO MY K[G]NEES
WITH D[A]RUMS & BELLS & R[Bm]ATTLES,THEY HAVE C[G]AUGHT US IN OUR T[Em]IME
TO W[A]ATCH THE EAGLE R[Bm]ISE UP FROM THE F[G]IRE
NOW IS IT T[A]RUE WE ARE POSS[Bm]ESSED BY ALL THE O[G]NES WE LEAVE BEH[Em]IND
OR I[A]S IT BY THEIR L[Bm]IVES WE ARE INSP[G]IRED
CHORUS
IT'S A N[D]EW LIGHT,A N[A]EW DAY, L[Bm]ISTENING FOR THE MEANING, L[E]EARNING HOW TO SAY
IT'S A N[D]EW PLACE BUT YOU'VE A[A]LWAYS BEEN HERE,
YOU'RE JUST L[Bm]ISTENING TO OLD VOICES WITH A [E]NEW EAR
IT'S THE LIVIN' AND THE DYIN' WELL IT SCARES THE YOUNG ONES SO
THEY CAN HARDLY CATCH THIER BREATH BEFORE TOO LONG
THEY SEE THE TEARS WE'RE CRYING AND THEY WATCH THAT RIVER FLOW
AND THEY FOLLOW ON THE BANKS UNTIL IT'S GONE
I SURRENDER TO THE MOUNTAINS, I SURRENDER TO THE SEA
I SURRENDER TO THE ONE WHO CALLS MY NAME
I SURRENDER TO MY LOVER AND TO MY ENEMY
I SURRENDER TO THE FACE THAT HOLDS NO SHAME
REPEAT CHORUS
THERE'S A SPIDER AT MY WINDOW & SHE SPINS A WEB OF TRUTH
MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN ALL THESE MEMORIES
AND SHE SURELY IS GOD'S ARTIST AS SHE'S CAUGHT THE MORNING DEW
IT'S A SIMPLE PRAYER THAT BRINGS ME TO MY KNEES
REPEAT CHORUS
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