Gordon Bok - Faraway tom

When the calendar ^Gbrings in the ^Emcuckoo And the ^Amsummer comes following ^B7on The ^Emthin mists of ^Amday see him ^Emrunning a^Amway And they ^Cknow him as ^DFaraway ^EmTom ^{B7 Em}

The earth is his ^Gbed and his ^Empillow ^Am And his sheets are the clothes he has ^B7on He sleeps ^Emall after^Amnoon, then he's ^Emhunting the ^Ammoon Till it ^Crises for ^DFaraway ^EmTom ^{B7 Em}

He sees the fox ^Gleaving his ^Emhollow And he ^Amknows where the badger has ^B7gone He ^Emwatches the ^Amfawn in the ^Emsheltering ^Amthorn But they ^Cdon't see old ^DFaraway ^EmTom ^{B7 Em}

He knows nothing of ^Gletters and ^Emlearning And of ^Ammanners and such he has ^B7none But he ^Emnumbers the ^Amseasons on ^Emfingers and ^Amtoes As they ^Cpass over ^DFaraway ^EmTom ^{B7 Em}

But what of the ^Gwinters to ^Emfollow Will ^Amage and cold winds bring him ^B7down? For ^Emwhere can he ^Amlie when the ^Emsnow fills the ^Amsky And the ^Cyears tell on ^DFaraway ^EmTom? ^{B7 Em}

When the calendar ^Gbrings in the ^Emcuckoo And the ^Amsummer comes following ^B7on The ^Emthin mists of ^Amday see him ^Emrunning a^Amway And they ^Cknow him as ^DFaraway ^EmTom ^{B7 Em}