Tom: C
Introdução:
C
I'm going to find me a dying river
and strike a deal with her I'll say,
F
I'll fold you in two and I'll carry you away
C
to a place where your headwaters will flow
G
clean through to your mouth.
C
In return I'll request a small sanctuary
F
by her banks where we will live
with our small family
C
she will water our garden
G
and clean the dirt from our skin.
F
As the world clamours at our door
G C
we will dance and not let them in.
C
And if one day we wake up to a bed dry as a bone
F
find our river stolen find our sanctuary gone
C
we will stand and take stock and be grateful
G
for what we've not lost.
C
We will pack up our bags, pack our small family
F
head across the valley to where the aspen trees
C
shiver as they ascend -
G
the green hills rising to blue.
F G
At the edge of the chopping we will turn
C
and bid fond adieu.
F C
All that I know to true
G
is the touch of your hand on my skin.
F C
One look from you can so easily soothe
G
all this turmoil within.
Dm
As we dance cheek to cheek
Am
with our feet so completely
C G
locked in a time all our own.
Dm
I stop to speak
Am
but you gently keep me
C G
moving in time to the song.
F C G
And in a voice that is sloppy with gin
C
you say, let the world spin.
I'm going to find me a dying river
F
I'll fold you in two and I'll carry you away
C
to a place where your headwaters will flow
G
clean through to your mouth.
C
In return I'll request a small sanctuary
F
by her banks where we will live
with our small family
C
she will water our garden
G
and clean the dirt from our skin.
F
As the world clamours at our door
G C
we will dance and not let them in.