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THE WOOD SONG (Emily Saliers)
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[Thanks to Chris Knestrick (
[email protected]) for the start.]
[Each chord is half a measure.]
- -
[guitar intro]
The thin horizon of a plan is almost clear
My friends and I have had a tough time
We re bruising our brains, hard up against change
All the old dogs and the magician
Now I see we re in the boat in two by two s
Only the heart that we have for a tool we could use
And the very close quarters are hard to get used to
Love weighs the hull down with its weight
But the wood is tired, and the wood is old
And we ll make it fine, if the weather holds
But if the weather holds, we ll have missed the point
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That s where I need to go
No way construction of this tricky plan
Was built by other than a greater hand
With a love that passes all our understading
Watching closely over the journey
Yeah, but what it takes to cross the great divide
Seems all the courage I can muster up inside
But we get to have some answers when we reach the other side
The prize is always worth the rocky ride
But the wood is tired, and the wood is old
And we ll make it fine, if the weather holds
But if the weather holds then we ll have missed the point
That s where I need to go
(4) (4)
Sometimes I ask to sneak a closer look
Asus9
Skip to the final chapter of the book
(4) (4)
And then maybe steer us clear from some of the pain it took
To get us where we are this far, this far
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But the question drowns in its futility
And even I have got to laugh at me
Because no on gets to miss the storm of what will be
Just holding on for the ride
And the wood is tired, and the wood is old
And we ll make it fine if the weather holds
But if the weather holds then we ll have missed the point
That s where I need to go
- Adam Schneider,
[email protected]
