Capo 2nd Fret
He uses a cool picking pattern, I couldn't pick up exactly. Just make up your own
that sound goes with the beat.
Chorus (vocal)
[Am]These roads th[F]at we have trav[C]eled down the [G]dust of time
[Am]Traces of[F] silver in t[C]he jewel of yo[G]ur mind
[Am]heart that are[F] trebled at the[C] touch or your[G] gaze
[Am]are shimme[F]rs of light t[C]o brighten you[G]r day
First verse
[Am]stories you[F]'ve told me b[C]ooks that you[G] read
[Am]your poems[F] and songs run[C]ning around in[G] my head
[Am]memory l[F]ike wat[C]er fading to[G] blue
[Am]but I'll always r[F]emember these mom[C]ents these momen[G]ts with you
(just continues with the Am F C G progression)
Secound Verse
offer the bad times, enough for the good
Two small magicians in the hazel wood
Castin' there spells in the ancient of days
Ah yes then we were kings and we will be always
Chorus
These roads that we have traveled down the dust of time
Traces of silver in the jewel of your mind
Traces of silver and specks of pure gold
And the jewel of heart never grows old
Chorus
Roads that we have traveled down the dust of time
Traces of silver in the jewel of your mind
traces of silver and specks of pure gold
in the jewel of mind that never, that never grows
never grows old
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He uses a cool picking pattern, I couldn't pick up exactly. Just make up your own
that sound goes with the beat.
Chorus (vocal)
[Am]These roads th[F]at we have trav[C]eled down the [G]dust of time
[Am]Traces of[F] silver in t[C]he jewel of yo[G]ur mind
[Am]heart that are[F] trebled at the[C] touch or your[G] gaze
[Am]are shimme[F]rs of light t[C]o brighten you[G]r day
First verse
[Am]stories you[F]'ve told me b[C]ooks that you[G] read
[Am]your poems[F] and songs run[C]ning around in[G] my head
[Am]memory l[F]ike wat[C]er fading to[G] blue
[Am]but I'll always r[F]emember these mom[C]ents these momen[G]ts with you
(just continues with the Am F C G progression)
Secound Verse
offer the bad times, enough for the good
Two small magicians in the hazel wood
Castin' there spells in the ancient of days
Ah yes then we were kings and we will be always
Chorus
These roads that we have traveled down the dust of time
Traces of silver in the jewel of your mind
Traces of silver and specks of pure gold
And the jewel of heart never grows old
Chorus
Roads that we have traveled down the dust of time
Traces of silver in the jewel of your mind
traces of silver and specks of pure gold
in the jewel of mind that never, that never grows
never grows old
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