Cifras
Os Cataventos do Tempo

Tono: B

Introducción:

Em  B7Em  
Por estes campos de invernadas da estância
                                                                  E7                              Am  
Sofreno o zaino bem em frente a uma tapera
                                                                                             B7  
Onde cravada junto a sombra da figueira
                                                                                          Em  
Uma cruz grande vai somando primaveras
Cruz de galhos tão antiga quanto o tempo
                                                        E7                              Am  
Que fez macegas crescerem pelo potreiro
                                                                                                  B7  
Junto às raízes, mesma terra qual semente
                                                                                                          E      B7  
Descansa em paz, com certeza, algum campeiro
E                                                                                         C#m    A  G#m7  
E os meus olhos, que viveram mananciais
F#m7                      B7                                                 Em    B7  
Hoje pararam, contemplando o arvoredo
                                                                                        C#m    A    G#m7  
E um ventito, voa as asas do meu pala
F#m7                         B7                                                    Em    B7  
Chega soprando da cacimba algum segredo
Int.
                                                                                     B7  
Talvez um marco, delimitando divisas
                                                        E7                                    Am  
Numa fronteira entre a campanha e o céu
                                                                                                  B7  
Quantos andantes que cruzaram por aqui
                                                                                                Em  
Em reverência ergueram a aba do chapéu
E a cruz de galho, cata-ventos de um tempo
                                                                  E7                            Am  
Não gira tanto quanto o tempo que passou
                                                                                                B7  
Pela campanha que se perde em invernadas
                                                                                                  E         B7  
Quantas mais cruzes o destino já cravou
E                                                                                                 C#m      A    G#m7  
(E esses campeiros, que sob cruzes descansam
F#m7                              B7                                                         E      B7  
Feito um angico, que nasce em fundo de campo
  E                                                                                         C#m      A    G#m7  
Foram um cerne bueno e firme que tombaram
F#m7                         B7                                              E      B7  
Pois nem o cerne da madeira dura tanto)
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