Letra
Ver letra con acordes
When listening to the song, the chords are slightly off-beat with the words, which
is why a lot of them are displayed between the words themselves. During the
chorus, the strumming pattern differs slightly here, sort of like going from 3/4
time to 6/8 time, but listening to the song as you play will help you figure it
out. Also, I like playing this song with a capo on the 5th fret, but it still
sounds fine without it. :)
Intro: x2
Verse:
Last night I dreamed we d found a stand of trees
framing a pond and a field in between
And with a hammer and a blade and our four hands
here s what we made
The logs we peeled and stacked in a ring
and then we crowned it, our tiny house, with tin
And by the fire, flickering bronze and gold across your face
I heard you say
Chorus:
It may not be a grand parade of snow capped peaks, oooh
no river silver-backed crashing through, oooh
but we have our black-haired babes running free
through the woods, oooo
Solo (same as verse):
Verse:
Squirrels in the rafters, wrens in the eaves
red dirt neath our nails, orange stains on our knees
blackberries in June down the path without our shoes
Chorus:
It may not be a grand parade of snow capped peaks, oooh
no river silver-backed crashing through, oooh
but we have our black-haired babes running free
through the woods, oooo
Outro:
(repeat until end)
is why a lot of them are displayed between the words themselves. During the
chorus, the strumming pattern differs slightly here, sort of like going from 3/4
time to 6/8 time, but listening to the song as you play will help you figure it
out. Also, I like playing this song with a capo on the 5th fret, but it still
sounds fine without it. :)
Intro: x2
Verse:
Last night I dreamed we d found a stand of trees
framing a pond and a field in between
And with a hammer and a blade and our four hands
here s what we made
The logs we peeled and stacked in a ring
and then we crowned it, our tiny house, with tin
And by the fire, flickering bronze and gold across your face
I heard you say
Chorus:
It may not be a grand parade of snow capped peaks, oooh
no river silver-backed crashing through, oooh
but we have our black-haired babes running free
through the woods, oooo
Solo (same as verse):
Verse:
Squirrels in the rafters, wrens in the eaves
red dirt neath our nails, orange stains on our knees
blackberries in June down the path without our shoes
Chorus:
It may not be a grand parade of snow capped peaks, oooh
no river silver-backed crashing through, oooh
but we have our black-haired babes running free
through the woods, oooo
Outro:
(repeat until end)