Ballad of the Absent Mare Leonard Cohen {c:Intro [A] [E] [E] [D] [A] [A] Say a pr[A]ayer for the cowboy, his mare's run away And he'll w[D]alk till he finds her, his darling, his stray But the r[A]iver's in flood and the roads are awash And the br[E]idges break up in the p[D]anic of l[A]oss And there's nothing to follow, there's nowhere to go She's gone like the summer, gone like the snow And the crickets are breaking his heart with their song As the day caves in and the night is all wrong Di (maartenmassa.be)