Gordon Downie - Seven matches

She gave me mat^Dches, seven wooden mat^Gches She put them in^Dto a small, slim glass jar with a screw-top ^Glid I fingered that ^Djar, I put it in my poc^Gket She said, “can’t go ^Dinto the woods without them”, I smiled at her and ^Gleft

And I kept them ^Adry, and as ^Glong as there were six I’d be ^Afine, and as ^Glong as there were five

Matches in that ^Djar, mile after ^Gmile All the chkk-chkk-^Dchkk, chkk sound of the matches, and the memory of her ^Gsmile

I kept them ^Adry, and as ^Glong as there were five I’d be ^Afine, and as ^Glong as there were four

Matches in a ^Djar, with a screw-top ^Glid I know she did ^Dnot mean to hurt my feelings, but that’s what she ^Gdid

I kept them ^Adry, and as ^Glong as there were three I’d be ^Afine, as ^Glong as there were two Matches in that ^Djar