James Vincent McMorrow - We are ghosts

The m^A#moon h^G#olds the li^A#mght ^G# And the mo^A#mon's this spinning globe ^G# Shedding li^A#mght upon the road ^G# The ^A#mbird w^G#on't f^A#mly And a b^A#mird without its wing^G#s is a ^A#mlow and tragic thing^G#

We are g^F#hosts We are g^C#hosts amongst these hills From the t^G#rees of velvet green To the gro^D#und beneath our feet We are gh^F#osts We are gho^C#sts amongst these hills Pressing o^G#ut along the shore Pressing o^D#ut along the shore

The ^A#mmoun^G#tain ^A#msong ^G# Matters ^A#mnot the thoughts of thirds^G# Matters ^A#monly to be heard^G# And ^A#mthough I'm gone ^G# I will ^A#mcome again in Spring ^G# When the h^A#marvest can begin ^G#

We are g^F#hosts We are gh^C#osts amongst these hills From the tr^G#ees of velvet green To the gro^D#und beneath our feet We are g^F#hosts We are gh^C#osts amongst these hills Pressing o^G#ut along the shore Pressing o^D#ut along the shore