Chords
Teia de Luz

Key: A

Introduction:  D   A7   G   D   Em   D   E7   G   A7   G   D   E7   A7   D  

                                                                                                                                 A7 
O galo anuncia, o dia tá vindo, o sol vem surgindo, cor de maragato
                       Em7                             A7                                                                           D     A7   D 
Um manso regato do velho Gaudêncio, passeia em silêncio, à beira do mato
                                                                                                                             A7 
Um campo farrapo, um fiapo de paz, alegria fugaz, dos dias atuais
                         Em7                                   A7                                                                     D     A7   D 
Os versos a mais, tem cheiro da terra, perfume da serra, e dos pinheirais
                         A7                         F#7                                   Bbº         Bm 
(A vida gorjeia na teia de luz o tempo traduz aurora pitanga
                           G                             D                             E7              A7)          A7/D   D 
O vento arremanga o pêlo do campo um só pirilampo e o riso da sanga)
Int.
                                                                                                                                                   A7 
Nas cordas do vento, um tento de arame, segura o baldrame, do rancho posteiro
                         Em7                           A7                                                                         D     A7   D 
Um taura solteiro, mateia solito, bombeando contrito, a fé do campeiro
                                                                                                                                                 A7 
Sonhando com a prenda, fazenda tropilha, reforça a vigília, do campo deserto
                       Em7                                     A7                                                                           D     A7   D 
O céu descoberto, o arrebol colorido, e o tempo perdido, parece tão perto