Ben Howard - Black flies

Black flies on the win^Amdowsill ^AmThat we are ^AmThat we are ^AmThat we are to k^Fnow ^FWinter stole summer's ^Amthrill And the river's cracke^Fd and cold See the sky is ^Amno man's land A darkened p^Flume to stay Hope here needs a h^Amumble hand Not a fox f^Found in your place

^AmNo man is an isl^Cand this I kn^Fow But can't you see ^{Am Am}Maybe you were the ^Cocean when I was just a s^Ftone

Black flies on the win^Amdowsill ^AmThat we are

^AmThat we are ^AmThat we are to h^Fold ^FComfort came agai^Amnst my will And every story m^Fust grow old Still I'll be a ^Amtraveller A gypsy's r^Feins to face But the road is ^Amwearier With that fool fo^Fund in your place ^AmNo man is an isl^Cand this I kn^Fow But can't you see ^{Am Am}Maybe you were the ^Cocean when I was just a s^Ftone