Fairport Convention - One more chance

^GCalling all ^Dolive branches and ^Emlaid off ^Ddoves There is ^Amwork to do before we ^Gsay good^Dbye But ^Emwho can see them ^Dturning to the ^Cface of ^Glove Though I hear them ^Dpleading with me, ^Emdon’t let u^Cs die As I ^Gsit I can ^Dsee their troubled souls ^Emwander by ^CAnd I ^Gfeel them lean^Ding on my ^Emshoulder to ^Ccry ^{Em G}Oh, ^Done more ^Gchance ^GNaked tree of ^Dwinter seems to ^Emstand so ^Dproud ^CLording the ^Gpoor mortal as he ^Dgoes And the ^Emtears which ^Dwell beneath his ^Csomber ^Gshroud Will they fall with the ^Dshame of someb^Emody who ^Cknows He can ^Gnever ^Dbe like the ^Emthought of a ^Crose ^GWhose beauty ^Dremains, even ^Emwhen the bloom ^Cgoe^Gs Oh, oh, ^Done more ^Gchance Or is it too^G late^D to change the ^Gways we’re bound t^Do go Is it too^Am l^Bbate^Am, there’s surel^Gy one of us mus^Dt know

Is it too ^G l^Bbate^F to ^Dchange the ^Gways we’r^Bbe bound t^Fo go Is it too^Am la^Bbte, ^Am there’^Fs surel^Gy one of us mus^Dt know

Is it too^{F Bb}lat^Ame, there’s surel^Gy one of us mus^Ft ^Gkno^Dw Is it too^G lat^De to ^Bbchange the ^Cways we’re bound t^Do go Is it too ^C lat^Bbe, ^Am there's surely ^Gone of us must ^Fknow^{D G D G}