David Mallett - I knew this place

I ^Gknew this place, I ^Dknew it well, ^Cevery sound, and ^Gevery smell, ^CAnd every time I ^Gwalked I fell, for the ^Amfirst two years or ^Dso. ^GThere across the ^Dgrassy yard, ^CI, a young boy ^Grunnin' hard, ^CBrown and bruised and ^Gbattle scared, and ^Amlost in ^Dsweet il^Glusion.

From my window ^DI can see, the ^Cfingers of an ^Gancient tree, ^CReaching out it ^Gcalls to me, to ^Amclimb its surly ^Dbranches. But ^Gall my climbing ^Ddays are gone, and these ^Ctired legs, I'm ^Gstandin' on, Would ^Cscarcely dare to ^Gleave the spot, up^Amon which ^Dthey are ^Gstandin'.

^DI remember every word, ^Cfrom every voice ^GI ever heard, ^CEvery frog and ^Gevery bird, yes ^Cthis is where it starts.^D A ^Gbrother's laugh, the ^Dsighing wind, ^Cthis is where my ^Glife begins, ^CThis is where I ^Glearned to use, my ^Amhands and ^Dhear my ^Gheart.

This house is old, it ^Dcarries on, like ^Clyrics, to an ^Gold time song, ^CAlways changed, but ^Gnever gone, this ^Amhouse, will stand the ^Dseasons. And our ^Glives pass on from ^Ddoor to door, ^Cdust across the ^Gwooden floor, ^CAnd feather rain, and ^Gthunder roar, we ^Amneed not ^Dknow the ^Greason.

And ^Dall these thoughts come back to me, like ^Cships across a ^Gfriendly sea, Like ^Cbreezes blowing ^Gendlessly, like ^Amrivers running ^Ddeep. The ^Gday is done, the ^Dlights are low, and the ^Cwheels of life are t^Gurning slow, And ^Cas these visions, ^Gturn and go, I ^Amlay me ^Ddown to ^Gsleep.

I knew this place, I ^Dknew it well, ^Cevery sound, and ^Gevery smell, ^CAnd every time I ^Gwalked I fell, for the ^Amfirst two years or ^Dso. The ^Gday is done, the ^Dlights are low, and the ^Cwheels of life are ^Gturning slow, And ^Cas these visions ^Gturn and go, I ^Amlay me ^Ddown to ^Gsleep.