Dan Fogelberg - River of souls

I take my place a^Flong the shore ^G And I ^E7wait for the ^Amtide It seems I've passed this ^Fway before ^Dm In an earlier ^Amtime

I hear a voice like ^Fmystery ^G Blowing ^E7warm through the ^Amnight The silent moon em^Fbraces me ^G And I'm ^E7drawn to her ^Amlight

I follow footprints ^Fin the sand ^G To a ^E7circle of ^Amstone Find a fire ^Fburning bright ^Dm 'Though I came here a^Amlone

And in the play of ^Fshadows cast ^G I can ^E7dimly d^Amiscern The shapes of all who've ^Fgone before ^G Calling ^E7me to re^Amturn

N.C.

There are no ^Fnames^G that fit these ^Amfaces There are no ^Flines that can de^Gfine these ancient ^Amspaces The spirits ^Fdance^G across the ^Amages And ^Fmelt into a ^Griver of ^Amsouls (^FAh bu ^Gday^E7) Lo que es so ^Ammio [What is mine] (^FAh bu ^Gde-o^E7) Lo que es de ^Amdios [What is God's] (^FAh bu ^Gday^E7) Lo que es del ^Amrio [What is the river's] ^FMelt into a ^E7river of ^Amsouls

N.C.

I take my place a^Flong the shore ^G And I ^E7wait for the^Am tide It seems I've passed this ^Fway before ^Dm In an earlier ^Amtime

To every man the m^Fystery ^G Sings a ^E7different ^Amsong He fills his page of ^Fhistory ^G Dreams his ^E7dreams and is ^Amgone

N.C.

There are no ^Fnames^G that fit these ^Amfaces There are no ^Flines that can de^Gfine these ancient ^Amspaces The spirits ^Fdance^G across the ^Amages And ^Fmelt into a ^Griver of ^Amsouls (^FAh bu ^Gday^E7) Lo que es so ^Ammio [What is mine] (^FAh bu ^Gde-o^E7) Lo que es de ^Amdios [What is God's] (^FAh voy ^Geyah^E7) Lo que es del ^Amrio [What is the river's] ^FMelt into a ^E7river of ^Amsouls