Johnny Flynn - Gypsy hymn

The ^Cferry man ^Ambrought me with ^Cmind open, ^Amdreaming, we ^Fcut the d^Emepths with l^Gaught^Cer. Stay^Ced with my ^Amyouth that God's ^Ctooth cut when w^Ameaning, ^Fnow and ^Gever a^Ffter. The ^Fwill of the void is to shape and name forms... our ^Amdance was ^Cnever ^Amdone, ^Cthen. I r^Femember you well from before you were born, my ^Amchance was ^Cnever ^Amwon, ^Cthen.

^FI burned the sports pages, as ^FI already knew the score. Put ^Cfaith ^Fin the ^Amfire^F, for^Ceve^Fr and ^Amever ^Fmore. Your c^Colours of a^Amutumn, you're ^Cburnished with g^Amold there, and ^Fstanding ^Emin the ^Grive^Cr. The c^Circle of tr^Amees and the f^Cull wish we ^Amtold there, ^Ftruthful ^Gas a ^Fprison. I ^Flooked at the mystery and all she evoked, my ^Ampatron s^Caint stood n^Amear h^Cer. But the ^Fmystery walked and the mystery spoke, my s^Amaint said, &^Cquot;n^Amever ^Cfear her".

Now ^FMab is my queen, oh, and Mab is my chief. ^CMab ^Fis my ^Amroot ^Fnow, my ^Cstrong ^Ftrunk and ^Ambranch to the ^Fleaf. The ^Ccircle remains and s^Amtill from its past; now ^Fwaiting, now s^Ginging, now ^Fflying half-^Gmast. She ^Cis and she's whole, I'll ^Amknow love again. I'll ^Fknow my song ^Gwell, each ^Fdying r^Gefrain. Each ^Ccadence and twist, well-ob^Amserved in its harmony. ^FSilence come c^Glean, pull s^Ftillness for our ^Amlady. ^AmGypsy hymn^C sing we slow, and t^Fenderly ^Gbear me on y^Four west wind ^Gblow... your ^Amgypsy hymn^C let me flow, and ^Fsing me a^Ggain bef^Fore you got to g^Amo. ^FSing me a^Ggain before^F you got to go.^C