Billy Boyd - The last goodbye

I saw the ^Clight fade from the ^Csky On the ^Amwind I heard a ^Csigh As the ^Amsnowflakes co^Fver my ^Cfallen bro^Fthers I will ^Amsay this ^Flast good^Cbye

^Am Night is ^Fnow falling ^C So ends this ^Gday ^Am The road is now ^Fcalling And ^CI must a^Gway Over ^Amhill and under ^Ftree Through lands where ^Dmnever light has ^Fshone By silver ^Cstreams that run ^Fdown to the ^GSea ^G

Under ^Amcloud, beneath the ^Fstars Over ^Dmsnow one winter’^Fs morn I turn at ^Clast to ^Fpaths that lead ^Ghome And though where the ^Amroad then ^Dmtakes me ^AmI cannot ^Gtell We ^Fcame all this ^Amway But ^Fnow comes the ^Amday To ^Ambid you fare^Gwell

Many ^Cplaces ^FI have ^Cbeen Many ^Amsorrows ^FI have ^Cseen But I ^Amdon’t^F regret Nor will ^CI for^Fget All who ^Amtook the ^Froad with ^Cme

^Am Night is ^Fnow falling ^C So ends this ^Gday ^Am The road is ^Fnow calling And ^CI must a^Gway Over ^Amhill and under ^Ftree Through lands where ^Dmnever light has ^Fshone By silver ^Cstreams that run ^Fdown to the ^GSea ^G

To these ^Ammemories I will ^Fhold With your ^Dmblessing I will ^Fgo To turn at ^Clast to ^Fpaths that lead ^Ghome ^G And ^Fthough where the ^Amroad then ^Dmtakes me ^AmI cannot ^Gtell We ^Fcame all this ^Amway But ^Fnow comes the ^Amday To ^Ambid you fare^Gwell

I bid you ^Fall a very ^Gfond fare^Cwell ^C