Joshua James - Geese
Not sure what the D or F or whatever is called, but it looks like this...
e1
[B3]
[G2]
[D3]Ax
Ex
All the le[F]aves turn gr[C]een in the su[F]mmer
All the ro[F]ses bl[C]oom in M[F]ay
F C D? Bb
All the geese fly home for the winter
High above[F] our e[C]arth now p[F]aved.
All the st[F]ars gleam f[C]or the n[F]ight time
And the mo[F]on reflects i[C]ts adjacent s[F]un
F C D? Bb
Its so hard to find real answers
When n[F]o real si[C]de has w[F]on.
Well the g[Bb]rass co[C]vers up my b[F]ody
And the ri[Bb]ver ta[C]ught me to he[F]ar
Well tr[Bb]ees have s[C]erved as my ref[F]uge [Bb]
And the da[Bb]rk it tau[C]ght me to fe[F]ar
D? Bb F C
All the men that live to burn
D? Bb F
All the arms that love to hurt
D? Bb F C
All the hearts that have turned their worst..
We?re so c[Bb]old.
All the l[F]eaves soon l[C]oose their co[F]lor
And the ro[F]ses begin to[C] fade[F]
F C D? Bb
Crying loud I hear our mother
For just a f[F]ew of those ge[C]ese that were s[F]aved.
Well the g[Bb]rass co[C]vers up my b[F]ody
And the ri[Bb]ver ta[C]ught me to he[F]ar
Well tr[Bb]ees have s[C]erved as my ref[F]uge [Bb]
And the da[Bb]rk it tau[C]ght me to fe[F]ar
D? Bb F C
All the men that live to burn
D? Bb F
All the arms that love to hurt
D? Bb F C
All the hearts that have turned their worst..
We?re so c[Bb]old.
Not sure what the D or F or whatever is called, but it looks like this...
e1
[B3]
[G2]
[D3]Ax
Ex
All the le[F]aves turn gr[C]een in the su[F]mmer
All the ro[F]ses bl[C]oom in M[F]ay
F C D? Bb
All the geese fly home for the winter
High above[F] our e[C]arth now p[F]aved.
All the st[F]ars gleam f[C]or the n[F]ight time
And the mo[F]on reflects i[C]ts adjacent s[F]un
F C D? Bb
Its so hard to find real answers
When n[F]o real si[C]de has w[F]on.
Well the g[Bb]rass co[C]vers up my b[F]ody
And the ri[Bb]ver ta[C]ught me to he[F]ar
Well tr[Bb]ees have s[C]erved as my ref[F]uge [Bb]
And the da[Bb]rk it tau[C]ght me to fe[F]ar
D? Bb F C
All the men that live to burn
D? Bb F
All the arms that love to hurt
D? Bb F C
All the hearts that have turned their worst..
We?re so c[Bb]old.
All the l[F]eaves soon l[C]oose their co[F]lor
And the ro[F]ses begin to[C] fade[F]
F C D? Bb
Crying loud I hear our mother
For just a f[F]ew of those ge[C]ese that were s[F]aved.
Well the g[Bb]rass co[C]vers up my b[F]ody
And the ri[Bb]ver ta[C]ught me to he[F]ar
Well tr[Bb]ees have s[C]erved as my ref[F]uge [Bb]
And the da[Bb]rk it tau[C]ght me to fe[F]ar
D? Bb F C
All the men that live to burn
D? Bb F
All the arms that love to hurt
D? Bb F C
All the hearts that have turned their worst..
We?re so c[Bb]old.
