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#This one is still a bit rough, I think Roger tunes his 12 string down a tone
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#May The Road Rise To Meet You
#Roger and Camilla McGuinn
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#INTRO: G Am7 G Am7 G D7 G
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[D]Summertime, the s[C]unshine we'd l[G]ay across the [Em]field
C Am D Dsus4 D Dsus2 etc
Sheltered in the shadow of a tree
[C]We'd write our [Em]poems to t[D]ake along and s[G]ing out on the r[Em]oad
[C]And you would a[C/B]lways s[Am]ing this song [D]to me
May t[C]he road r[Em]ise to m[D]eet you
May the w[G]ind b[D]e at your b[Em]ack
May the s[C]un shine [D]warm upon your l[G]and
May t[C]he rain fall s[C/B]oft u[D]pon your face
[G]Until we meet a[Em]gain
May G[C]od hold yo[C/B]u in the p[D]alm of his h[G]and
Autumn leaves would change our tree to colours on the ground
Swirling patterns beautiful to see
I'd lay my head down on your lap, I wouldn't make a sound
Then you would always sing this song to me
Through the winter days our tree would shiver in the wind
Waiting for the warming touch of spring
I'd hold you in the firelight, we'd stare into the flames
And this is what you always used to sing
Mark Finlayson
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#This one is still a bit rough, I think Roger tunes his 12 string down a tone
#and plays it in F, any revisions etc are most welcome.
#
#May The Road Rise To Meet You
#Roger and Camilla McGuinn
#
#INTRO: G Am7 G Am7 G D7 G
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[D]Summertime, the s[C]unshine we'd l[G]ay across the [Em]field
C Am D Dsus4 D Dsus2 etc
Sheltered in the shadow of a tree
[C]We'd write our [Em]poems to t[D]ake along and s[G]ing out on the r[Em]oad
[C]And you would a[C/B]lways s[Am]ing this song [D]to me
May t[C]he road r[Em]ise to m[D]eet you
May the w[G]ind b[D]e at your b[Em]ack
May the s[C]un shine [D]warm upon your l[G]and
May t[C]he rain fall s[C/B]oft u[D]pon your face
[G]Until we meet a[Em]gain
May G[C]od hold yo[C/B]u in the p[D]alm of his h[G]and
Autumn leaves would change our tree to colours on the ground
Swirling patterns beautiful to see
I'd lay my head down on your lap, I wouldn't make a sound
Then you would always sing this song to me
Through the winter days our tree would shiver in the wind
Waiting for the warming touch of spring
I'd hold you in the firelight, we'd stare into the flames
And this is what you always used to sing
Mark Finlayson
