Allan Taylor - A house by the river

You ^Amtraded all your ^Clovers for a ^Fhouse by the ^Griver And ^Amall those sweet de^Cceptions and ^Fone more broken ^Gvow And the ^Amdark-eyed po^Cets who ^Fpromised you for^Gever, tell me ^C Where ^Fare they ^Gnow ^Am Where ^Fare they ^Gnow

^AmYou were always ^Crunning, just ^Fone more step a^Ghead And ^Amjust like all the ^Cothers, I was ^Ffollowing some^Ghow Was it ^Amsomething I wasn't ^Csaying, ^Fsomething I should have ^Gsaid, tell me ^C Where ^Fam I ^Gnow ^Am Where ^Fam I ^Gnow

Now sweet ^Amsolitude sur^Crounds you like a ^Fblanket of wild ^Gheather You are ^Amone with the ^Cland and the ^Fsky some^Ghow And the ^Amseasons sway in ^Csympathy as you ^Fdance in time to^Ggether, tell me ^C Where ^Fare you ^Gnow ^Am Where ^Fare you ^Gnow

And ^AmI will write a ^Csong for you and ^Ftry to fill this ^Gspace And I'll ^Amtake the time in ^Cpassing to ^Fwonder from a^Gfar ^AmMaybe I'll try to ^Cfind you, though you ^Fnever left a ^Gtrace And maybe ^Cthen I will ^Fknow who you ^Gare Maybe ^Amthen I will ^Fknow who you ^Gare