Gordon Bok - October song

I'll sing you ^Fthis Oc^Amtober ^Gsong There is ^D7no song be^Gfore it The words and ^Ftune are ^Amnone of my ^Gown For my ^D7joys and sorrows ^Gbore it

Beside the ^Fsea, the ^Ambrambly ^Gbriars ^D7In the still of ^Gevening Birds fly ^Fout be^Amhind the ^Gsun And ^D7with them I'll be ^Gleaving

The fallen ^Fleaves that ^Amjewel the ^Gground They ^D7know the art of ^Gdying And leave with ^Fjoy their ^Amglad gold ^Ghearts In the ^D7scarlet shadows ^Glying

When hunger ^Fcalls my ^Amfootsteps ^Ghome The ^D7morning follows ^Gafter I swim the ^Fseas with^Amin my ^Gmind And the ^D7pine trees laugh green ^Glaughter

I used to ^Fsearch for ^Amhappi^Gness And I ^D7used to follow ^Gpleasure But I found a ^Fdoor be^Amhind my ^Gmind And ^D7that's the greatest ^Gtreasure

For rulers ^Flike to ^Amlay down ^Glaws And ^D7rebels like to ^Gbreak them And the poor priests ^Flike to ^Amwalk in ^Gchains And ^D7god likes to for^Gsake them ^{D G}

I met a ^Fman whose ^Amname was ^GTime And he ^D7said I must be ^Ggoing But just how ^Flong a^Amgo that ^Gwas I ^D7have no way of ^Gknowing

Sometimes I ^Fwant to ^Ammurder ^GTime Some^D7times when my heart's ^Gaching But mostly ^FI just ^Amstroll a^Glong The ^D7path that he is ^Gtaking