James Vincent McMorrow - From the woods

^BmFrom the woods from the woods they are coming from the woods Riding ^Ghorses cloaked in grey M^Bmake their way to my door Lay their boots upon my floor W^Gash their hands and start to pray But I am ^Bmgone I am not there I have followed mountain bears To a ^Gcave of deepest tome T^Bmhere I wait by the mouth As the smoke it flushes out ^Gthen I'll slowly drag one home

All these ^Dthings are ^F#mever ^Bmlost Stillness has b^Drought my l^F#move to c^Gost

^BmFrom the woods from the woods nce a vision from the woods ^GAt a point between two tracks bound by ^Bmtape and by wire Bruised and beaten in the fire So t^Ghe metals 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 s^Gecrets to the sea

All these ^Dthings are ^F#mever ^Bmlost Stillness has b^Drought my l^F#move to c^Gost And ^DI taste the sulfur on my breath^A And I^D see the blood pool on the step ^A The ^Bmmoon so thick the wounds so fresh and all is w^Gell

From the ^Bmwoods from the woods they are coming from the woods Ah^Ghh ^BmFrom the woods from the woods they are coming from the woods Ah^Ghh ^BmFrom the woods from the woods they are coming from the woods Ah^Ghh ^BmFrom the woods from the woods they are coming from the woods Ah^Ghh ^BmFrom the woods from the woods they are coming from the woods Ah^Ghh ^BmFrom the woods from the woods they are coming from the woods Ah^Ghh