Gordon Bok - Stone on stone

Now that autumn is re^Emturning and the ^Bmgarden fires are ^Emburning And the ^Bmsummer beasts are ^F#7learning how to ^Bmcope with shorter ^F#7days There I ^Emlabour all a^F#7lone, piling ^Bmstone upon the ^Emstone Feeling ^Djust a touch of ^Asadness as the ^Dsummer slips a^F#7way As I ^Bmroll the stone u^F#7pon the ^Bmstone

Working in the frosty ^Emweather when the ^Bmstones are stuck to^Emgether Lifting ^Bmdivots, soil and ^F#7heather as I ^Bmprise them from the ^F#7ground Not a ^Emlot of work gets ^F#7done, till the ^Bmweak and wintry ^Emsun Loosens ^Dup their icy ^Agrip and I can ^Dlay me hammer ^F#7down As I ^Bmroll the stone u^F#7pon the ^Bmstone

The barometer is ^Emfalling and the ^Bmforecast is ap^Empalling And the ^Bmworking folk are ^F#7crawling through the ^BmJanuary ^F#7storm Gales ^Em8 to 10 all ^F#7day, all but ^Bmblow the stones a^Emway And my ^Dbrain has turned to ^Aporridge by the ^Dtime I head for ^F#7home As I ^Bmroll the stone u^F#7pon the ^Bmstone

Now the winter gales are ^Emending and the ^Bmdays are soon ex^Emtending And an ^Bmearly lark as^F#7cending, has me ^Bmlooking round for ^F#7spring Stones ^Emtaken from the ^F#7land are ^Bmwarm under the ^Emhand And my ^Dcup is running ^Aover with the ^Dpleasure of the ^F#7thing As I ^Bmroll the stone u^F#7pon the ^Bmstone

Soon the wall is moving ^Emover belts of ^Bmwillow, herb and ^Emclover And the ^Bmweasel and the ^F#7plover watch me ^Bmslowly pass them ^F#7by And the ^Emair is full of ^F#7wings, as a ^Bmmillion stinging ^Emthings Set me ^Dlonging for No^Avember in the ^Dmiddle of Ju^F#7ly As I ^Bmroll the stone u^F#7pon the ^Bmstone