Caroline Herring - I went for a month

I ^Gwent for a ^Emmonth into the ^Gmountains And ^Cbreathed the ^Gair so ^Bmfresh and ^Cclean I ^Gwalked across the ^Embridge to my ^Gcabin And ^Csmiling ^Emfaces ^Bmwaited ^Cthere

We ^Gswam and we ^Emrode upon the ^Ghorses We ^Csang and ^Gdanced in one ^Bmjoyous ^Cwheel ^GTetherball and ^Emfour-square by the ^Gfountain And ^Cheart-sung ^Emblessings at ^Bmevery ^Cmeal

I want to ^Dlive, I want to ^Grun ^CThrough these ^Gopen fields Where there is ^Dhope, where there is ^Gjoy Where the ^Cmountains ^Bmyield To our ^Emprayers and songs for peace on ^AEarth Where we ^Cnestle in our beds And hear the finest ^Bmsymphony on ^DEarth

I ^Gwent for a ^Emmonth into the ^Gmountains I a^Cwoke and ^Gsaid, "Good ^Bmmorning, ^Csun" And ^Gas it rose in^Emto the sky we ^Gcounted ^CAll our ^Emblessings ^Bmone by ^Cone

I ^Gacted in the ^Emplays and ran the ^Gcourses And ^Cstretched my ^Gbody ^Bmwith de^Clight ^GAll a part of ^Emthis great group of ^Glaughter That ^Cstayed un^Emtil we ^Bmsaid good^Cnight

Day is ^Ddone, gone the ^Gsun From lakes, ^Chills and ^Gskies And we ^Dstood around the ^Gfire Warmed by ^Cembered ^Bmlight Singing ^Emsongs and prayers for peace on ^AEarth Then we ^Cnestled in our beds And heard the finest ^Bmsymphony on ^DEarth

^GWhen my time had ended ^Emin the ^Gmountains My mother ^Cdrove me ^Gdown the ^Bmwinding ^Croads Weaving ^Gthrough the tears and ^Emtowns into the ^Gflatlands And I ^Cwondered ^Emwhich I should ^Bmcall my ^Chome

The ^Gworld has its ^Emmeanness and vain^Gglory Sometimes ^CI think ^GI can^Bmnot en^Cdure And ^Gthen I close my ^Emeyes and feel the ^Gmountains And ^Chold close ^Emall of my mem'^Bmries ^Cthere

Where I could ^Dlive, where I could ^Grun Through the ^Copen ^Gfields Where there is ^Dhope, where there is ^Gjoy Where the ^Cmountains ^Bmyield To our ^Emprayers and songs for peace on ^AEarth Where we ^Cnestled in our beds And heard the finest ^Bmsymphony on ^DEarth