Blake Rose - Sweet caledonia

It was a ^Ghighland weddin, For two love stricken faces Treacle ^Bmwasted and ^Dhearts were ^Gfull And these ^Gcold, stone blue walls, With luscious garden pathways That line the ^Bmoutside and ^Ddown the ^Ghill There was an old ^Gweeping willow, That stood where the parth opened It had a r^Bmope swing and ^Dwhite wood ^Gbench We would ^Gsit there for ages, While our parents all drank like sailors Wondering ^Bmwhere these st^Dars ^Ghide

^A How did I get so far? How did I get so far, ^Bmrunning a^Dway from ^Gyou? ^A How did I get so caught up? How did I get so lost, ^Bmtrying to ^Dhide from ^Gyou?

We'd use ^Gpocket knives to carve weapons, And venture out into the woods That stretch for ^Bmmiles from the ^Dbackyard ^Gfence Beneath the ^Gcanopies, we'd fight, Imaginary being Like all the ^Bmones we ^Ddream at ^Gnight

^A How did I get so far? How did I get so far, ^Bmrunning a^Dway from ^Gyou? ^A How did I get so caught up? How did I get so lost, ^Bmtrying to ^Dhide from ^Gyou?

Yeah, I can still ^Dtaste, sweet Caledonia Sweet Caledonia ^Bm Sweet ^ACale^Ddonia (^Goh, I'm fading) ^Bm Sweet ^ACale^Ddoni^Ga And I can still ^Gtaste, ^Bmsweet ^ACale^Ddoni^Ga You see it when you start to ^Agrow How ^Bmfar the little ^F#mthings they ^Ggo Yeah I can still ^Gtaste, ^Bmsweet ^ACale^Ddoni^Ga Our youth is like a breaking ^Aroad It's ^Bmhard to ever ^F#mreally ^Gknow It'll stay with you when your ^Dolder