Tom: C
Introdução:
Am
The moon holds the light
Am
And the moon's this spinning globe
Am
Shedding light upon the road
Am
The bird won't fly
Am
And a bird without its wings is a low and tragic thing
F
We are ghosts
C
We are ghosts amongst these hills
G
From the trees of velvet green
D
To the ground beneath our feet
F
We are ghosts
C
We are ghosts amongst these hills
G
Pressing out along the shore
D
Pressing out along the shore
Am
The mountain song
Am
Matters not the thoughts of thirds
Am
Matters only to be heard
Am
And though I'm gone
Am
I will come again in Spring
Am
When the harvest can begin
F
We are ghosts
C
We are ghosts amongst these hills
G
From the trees of velvet green
D
To the ground beneath our feet
F
We are ghosts
C
We are ghosts amongst these hills
G
Pressing out along the shore
D
Pressing out along the shore