Jack Johnson - Constellations

^G#The light was leaving in the west it was blue ^C#The children's laughter sang ^G#And skipping just like the stones they threw ^C#Their voices echoed across the way ^D#It's getting late....

^G#And it was j^F#ust another ni^C#ght With a ^D#sunset and a ^G#moonrise ^F#Not too far b^C#ehind to give us ju^D#st enough light ^G# To lay down ^F#underneath the s^C#tars We listened to ^D#papa's translation^G#s Of the ^F#stories across the s^C#kies We drew our ^D#own constellation^G#s