James Vincent McMorrow - From the woods

From the ^Bmwoods, from the woods. They are coming from the woods Riding ^Ghorses cloaked in grey. Make their ^Bmway, to my door Lay their boots upon my floor, Wash ^Gtheir hands and start to pray But ^BmI am gone, I am not there. I have followed mountain bears To a ^Gcave of deepest tome. There ^BmI wait, by the mouth As the smoke it flushes out then I'll ^Gslowly drag one home

All these ^Dthings are ^F#mever ^Bmlost. Stillness has ^Dbrought my ^F#mlove to ^Gcost From the ^Bmwoods, from the woods. Once a vision from the woods At a ^Gpoint between two tracks bound by ^Bmtape, and by wire Bruised and beaten in the fire. So the ^Gmetals faded black Newer ^Bmropes, stronger nets have us plumbing further depths For the ^Gwolves we’ll never be. Should w^Bme go, would we die If the weight it was to slide, drag our ^Gsecrets to the sea

All these ^Dthings are ^F#mever ^Bmlost. Stillness has ^Dbrought my ^F#mlove to ^Gcost I ^Dtaste the sulfur on my breath^A. I s^Dee the blood pool on the step^A The ^Bmmoon so thick, the wounds so fresh and all is well....

From the ^Bmwoods, from the woods, they are coming. From the w^Goods!! (Ahhh) 4x