Ben Nichols - The last pale light in the west

In my han^Emds, I hold the ^Gashes In my v^Emeins, black pitch d^Grums In my ch^Emest, if I can catch ^Gthis In my ^Emway, the setting s^Gun Dark c^Emlouds gather 'ro^Gund me Due no^Emrthwest, the soul is bou^Gnd And I will g^Co on ah^Emead, free There's a li^Dght yet to be fou^Cnd

The l^Emast pale li^Dght^C in the w^Gest The l^Emast pale li^Dght^C in the w^Gest

And I a^Emsk for no red^Gemption In this^Em cold and barro^Gn place C. Em Still I see the faint reflection And so b^Gy it, I got my^C way

The l^Emast pale li^Dght^C in the w^Gest The l^Emast pale li^Dght^C in the w^Gest