Henning Kvitnes - April nights

Well the ^Grumor’s gone to sleep And the sky it weeps ^Em- softly almost unnoticed And the ^Gold dog on the stairs Of a closed down hotel ^Em- is probably waiting fo^Em7/Dr summer And ^Call I can hear is the ^Dsound of the train ^GSouth^Ambound ^G/BI ^Cguess ^G/B And ^Amup along the river ^G/B the ^Cfactories They breathe ^Dheavily into the night

And the ^Gharbor lights They look dim tonight Em>- yellow sort of unreal And the ^Gblack dirty water Under the bridge -Em> that looks just like the way ^Em7/Dthat I feel And a ^Clonely cruising taxi is ^Dcoming from the north Bis ^Gheadlights are ^Amsearching ^G/Bfor ro^Cmance ^G/BAnd I ^Amwonder to myself ^{G/B C}If I’m ever gonna do ^Danything right

When your ^Glife’s lost its course And you can’t find the torch -Em> that always got you back on the feet In your ^Gmouth there’s a taste Of the yesterdays wine <^Emi>- that got you back onto^Em7/D the street But you ^Cdid it all yourself - t^Dhere’s no one to blame You’ll ^Gnever be the ^Amkeeper ^G/Bof the ^Cflame ^G/BYou just ^Amheld it for a while G/B>- tr^Cied to do it with style While ^Dsinging on the last refrain

‘Cause ^GApril nights are for ^DApril ^Emfools And I’m ^Cfreezing to^Em/Bnight in this ^AmApr^G/Bil ^Ccool^D And ^GApril Skies are for ^DApril ^Emstars And I ^Cmiss you to^Em/Bnight but you ^Amare ^G/Bso ^Cfar ^Daway ^{G Em}

When the ^Grumor’s gone to sleep And the sky it weeps <^Emi>- softly almost unnoticed And the ^Gold dog on the stairs Of a closed down hotel ^Em- is probably waiting for summer

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