Clamavi De Profundis - I sit beside the fire and think

I ^Bmsit beside the f^Aire and think Of ^Aall that I have s^Bmeen Of m^Bmeadow-flowers and b^Autterflies In su^Ammers that have b^Bmeen;

Of y^Bmellow leaves and go^Assamer In au^Gtumns that there w^Aere, With m^Bmorning mist and s^Ailver s^Dun And w^Gind u^Apon my h^Bmair.

I s^Dmit beside the f^Cire and think Of h^Amow the world will ^Dmbe When w^Dminter comes wit^Chout a spring That ^AmI shall ever s^Dmee.

For s^Dmtill there are so m^Cany things That ^FI have never s^Ceen: In e^Dmvery wood in ev^Cery sp^Amring There ^Amis a different g^Dmreen.

I ^Gbmsit beside the f^Eire and think Of p^Eeople long ^Gbmago And p^Gbmeople who will s^Eee a world That ^EI shall never k^Gbmnow.

But ^Gbmall the while I s^Eit and think Of ti^Ames there were be^Efore, I l^Gbmisten for ret^Aurning f^Eeet And vo^Aices ^Eat the d^Gbmoor.