Verse: [F]Hate, on [Bb]caution [F]wind. 'Neath [Bb]bleeding [Dm]sky, I [C]called your [F]name. There was [Bb]no one [F]there, and in the [Bb]cold and [Dm]snow. I [C]saw your [F]face. Chorus: And we [Bb]sang a [C]song for the little thing. [F]Magic co[Gm]mes with the joy you bring. [Asus4]Running it down the [Dm]line. Wish you could...