Karine Polwart - The suns comin over the hill

Six ^Grain-ridden summers and he ^Cstill had an eye^G for me He ^Ckissed me each ^Gevening and told me he'd ^Ddie for me And then he ran off the ^Groad, full of ^Cwhisky and i^Grony He always ^Dmeant what he sai^Cd

So ^GI took to whisky so ^CI could re^Gcall The ^Ctaste of his ^Gmouth on my mouth, that's ^Dall And I tried the same ^Gtrick with a ^Ctruck, but it ^Gstalled The engine was ^Dbetter off ^Cdead ^{G Em}

Oh, ^Ghow the ^Cnights are long ^G But ^Clife is ^Glonger ^Dstill ^Em Oh, ^Ghow the ^Cnights are long ^G But the sun's comin' ^Dover the ^Chill ^{G D C}

The ^Gtaste never left me, and I ^Cdon't think it will^G And it ^Ccaused me to sup^Gplement whisky with pills^D But there was ^Gsomething inside that ^CI couldn't kill^G Believe me, I ^Dreally did ^Ctry

And there's ^Gsome say you get what you des^Cerve, but they're ^Gwrong Sometimes you ^Cget what you're ^Ggiven, and then it's all ^Dgone And you are ^Glucky if you are suf^Cficiently strong ^G To daily de^Dcide not to di^Ce ^{G Em}

Oh, ^Ghow the ^Cnights are long ^G But ^Clife is ^Glonger ^Dstill ^Em Oh, ^Ghow the ^Cnights are long ^G But the sun's comin' ^Dover the ^Chill ^G

I ^Gcan't say there's many things ^CI wouldn't change^G There are ^Cbetter days ^Ggone than those that remain^D But ^EmI can find ^Gjoy in the sound of the rain You have to find ^Djoy where you ^Ccan ^{G Em}

Oh, ^Ghow the ^Cnights are long ^G But ^Clife is ^Glonger ^Dstill ^Em Oh, ^Ghow the ^Cnights are long ^G But the sun's comin' ^Dover the ^Chill ^{G Em}

Oh, ^Ghow the ^Cnights are long ^G But ^Clife is ^Glonger ^Dstill ^Em Oh, ^Ghow the ^Cnights are long ^G But the sun's comin' ^Dover the ^Chill The sun's comin' ^Dover the ^Ghill