Cifras
I Turned My Face Into The Wind

Tono: A

Introducción: Am    G    F    D    E    B    Em    B    E    

     Bm                                                    Am  
I wandered far onto the lonely moors
Bm                                                                                                              Am  
Sparse coarse tufts of grass reached out to trip me
             C                                                                                            D  
And above my head the leaden clouds hung low
                                                                             Em  
As I turned my face into the wind
     Bm                                                         Am  
I huddled close against a tumbling wall
Bm                                                                                                         Am  
Wrapped in a cloak, to shield me from the bitter cold
          C                                                                         D  
The solitude weighed heavy on my mind
                                                                             Em  
As I turned my face into the wind
          Am                                                                    Em  
The mist rolled down across the countryside
     Am                                                                    Em  
I thought I heard the coastal sirens sound
             D                                                            Em  
As I turned my face into the wind
     Bm                                                         Am  
I tried to peer into the deepening gloom
        Bm                                                                              Am  
To glimpse a lighted window in the distance
          C                                                                            D  
But just too far to penetrate the rain
                                                                                Em  
And I turned my face into the wind
          Bm                                                              Am  
And yet somehow I sensed her presence near
          Bm                                                                                            Am  
And tufts of sheep's-wool hanging from a gorse bush
                     C                                                                                         D  
Were as though her hands were beckoning me home
                                                                                Em  
And I turned my face into the wind
        G    F    G    D