Asgeir - Eventide

^AmLily f^Glower looks ^Cup into the s^Fun On the ^Cmorning when ^Glife was taken from her ^AmIn an ^Ginstant torn^C up by the ro^Fot Now the^Cre's nothing save a bed of stones

^AmEventi^Gde and a coo^Cl, playful br^Feeze And in ^Cmy ear a soft^G voice to me whispers: ^Am"When ^Glife passes,^C it leaves in^F its wake A tiny ^Cvoid, an absence, nothing more."

^FAlways helps to f^Gind Deep ^Cdown ins^Fide your ^Ammind A m^Dmemory ^Fwarm and d^Gear A m^Femory ^Amwarm and d^Gear Hmm^Fmm ^{Am G}

^AmYou kn^Gow sorrow ha^Cs its own way^F But as ^Chumans we do ^Gnot want to see it ^AmShe is^G fickle, she^C's stubborn a^Fnd cold She doe^Csn't give or take, she only is

^AmLily f^Glower looks ^Cup into the s^Fun On the ^Cmorning when ^Glife was taken from her ^AmIn an ^Ginstant torn^C up by the ro^Fot Now the^Cre's nothing save a bed of stones

^FAlways helps to f^Gind Deep ^Cdown ins^Fide your ^Ammind A m^Dmemory ^Fwarm and d^Gear A m^Femory ^Amwarm and d^Gear Hmm^Fmm ^{Am G}