Folk Song The Sundays
"Folk Song" by the Sundays
written by Gavurin and Wheeler
[G]
[G]Summer sky and a throat bone dry and the [C] fields are all gold [C7]
[G]Dusty lane with a song in my brain and it [C] stoned me to my [C7] soul
[Am]I climb higher [C] move towards the fire [G] blaze s[F]un
[G]
[G]Silver trees and a whispering breeze are my [C] sight and my sound[C7]
[G]The thought of heaven couldn't drag me from the path when I'm [C]
wandering here a[C7]lone
[Am]I climb higher [C] move towards the fire [G] so blaze s[F]un
[G]
[Am]Watch until it dies slow [C] falling from the sky [G] pale fading s[F]un
[G]
ad lib vocals [F] [C] [G] 4X
end on [G]
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