Dave Gunning - Were all leaving

There is ^Am7thunder ^Fon the ^Cskyline And it ^Amtears her breath away In the twilight iron-^Cgrey A father's ^Am7human hand could not com^Fmand ^Cher To re^Fturn to them once more Like a soldier from the ^Cwar

We're all ^Fleav^Cing ^FEven the ^Cones who stay be^Am7hind We're all ^Fleaving^G in our ow^Cn time

Each night sur^Am7renders to a^Fnother ^Cmorning Still be^Amneath the April skies He can hear a quiet cr^Cy On smiling ^Am7fields there's a ^Fbattle ^Craging And for ^Fevery bloom he knows Another flower never ^Cgrows

We're all ^Fleav^Cing ^FEven the ^Cones who stay be^Am7hind We're all ^Fleaving^G in our own ^Am7time We're all ^Fleaving^G in our ow^Cn time

And he ^Dm7has no Ark to bear him from this ^Fflood Just a ^Cbroken vessel wrought in flesh and ^Gblood Though the ^Am7riptides pull him under He ^Dcannot cease to wonder At the ^Fbeauty of it all At the ^Dm7beauty of it ^Call

He brings her ^Am7mother to the ^Fchurch ^Cdoors And while she ^Amprays for what must come He walks the woods a^Clone And there he ^Am7builds his ^Fown ca^Cthedrals And on e^Fvery whirring wing He can hear the forest s^Cing

We're all ^Fleav^Cing ^FEven the ^Cones who stay be^Am7hind We're all ^Fleaving^G in our own ^Am7time We're all ^Fleaving^G in our own ^Am7time We're all ^Fleaving^G in our ow^Cn time