John Gorka - Silence

I met her in the ^Gsummertime When her ^Farms ^G Were the colour of ^Csilence ^G So blue her ^Feyes ^G A new ho^Crizon ^{G F}

So I ^Gwalked that way ^F And I ^Gtalked that way, to^Fo I fo^Gund my way ^Fthrough ^G To her ^Csilence ^G Wh^Coa-oh-oh-^Goh To her ^Csilence ^G Whoa-oh-oh-^Foh ^G

My ^Cheart was full of ^Gbitterness So ^Fdark ^G And so close to ^Cviolence ^G The ace of ^Fspades Turned ^Gupside down ^F

Nothing ^Gbeat in my hopeless ^Fchest I could ^Gnot detect a so^Fund But she ^Gwould not let me res^Ft ^GBound to my ^Csilence ^G Wh^Coa-oh-oh-^Goh Bound to my ^Csilence ^G Whoa-oh-oh-^Foh ^G

A^Clong came unex^Gpectedly Late to the ^Fbill ^G An added at^Ctraction ^G The way it go^Fes The ^Gway it st^Fays

And when s^Ghe is far a^Fway ^GStill I feel her ^Fhere Every ^Gsince she made the ^Fday And the ^Glonely man dis^Fappear ^G Into that ^Csilence ^G Wh^Coa-oh-oh-^Goh Into that ^Csilence ^G Whoa-oh-oh-^Foh ^Goh

^COhh, ^Gohh, oh-^Foh, oh-^Goh ^COhh, ^Gohh, oh-^Foh, oh-^Goh ^C