| Bm | Fm# | |
| Your passin' broke the s | ilence |
| G | A | |
| On that | dark October d | ay |
| Bm | Fm# | |
| The sun was headin' for | the west |
| G | A | |
| As it di | d I heard you s | ay |
| Bm | Fm# | |
| I set my sail for a gent | le breeze |
| G | A | |
| Now I le | ave this world as | it was meant to be |
| G | A | D | A | Bm | |
| And you, did you | listen | to anyth | ing I sa | id? |
| G | A | Bm | |
| Did you ever lis | ten to m | e? |
| Though now it seems you'll never know |
| But every lad to a man must grow |
| Till winter comes to celebrate |
| Then proudly chills the bone |
| When at last they bury me |
| Into this ground you'll someday see |
| And you, did you listen to anything I said? |
| G | A | D | |
| Did you | ever listen to m | e? |
| G | |
| Thoug | h the face we wear |
| D | |
| Somet | imes seldom speaks |
| G | |
| From | the babe that cries |
| D | |
| To th | is grown man's feet |
| G | |
| May t | he hand still write |
| D | |
| And i | ts' heart shape keep |
| G | Bm | |
| Till | our fathers, sons and daughters agr | ee |
| Bm | A | G |
| Bm | A | G | |
| So I w | ill pave this | road till | glory |
| Bm | A | G | |
| Sets o | ur broken | spirit | free |
| Bm | A | G | |
| From e | very cross- | soaked nail pours | endless rain |
| D | A | Bm | |
| With t | ears no e | ye should | see |
| Bm | A | G | |
| But th | ey could fil | l our highest | ocean |
| Bm | A | G | |
| And th | e rivers | in betwe | en |
| Am | G | F | |
| With e | very blade that fl | owers must grow then dro | wn |
| C | G | E | |
| With lov | e our cruelest s | ea |
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| Only canged the cords from ver1 so u dont need the capo. |