Kate Wolf - Old jerome

^FTalking with good friends And ^Cwalking the streets of rough-cut ^G7stone She was ^Conce a miner's city Now the g^Fhost of a dying town, but there's a ^Cfire Burning ^G7bright in old Je^Crome

^AmSome have come for fortune, ^Emsome have come for love And ^Fsome have come for the ^Cthings they cannot ^G7see Now the ^Cgrass is green and growing Where the ^Fgardens once had died and the ^Cbirds sing In the ^G7young Ailanthus ^Ctrees ^{G7 C}

You'll ^Fnever really go 'Cause she'll ^Chave a hold on you until you ^G7die With her ^Cground moving crazy Her ^Ffierce wind blowing free and her ^Cruins Standing ^G7proud against the ^Csky

^AmHouses cling to mountains like ^Emminers cling to dreams They hold ^Fon so long and ^Cthen they just let ^G7go And this ^Cmountain she's your mistress You'll ^Fride her 'til you fall and wash ^Cdown To the ^G7valley far be^Clow

There are ^Amstories they tell on Cleo^Fpatra There are ^Cstories that never can be ^G7told The ^Amwind and the ^Frain sing their ^Cmountain lulla^Amby The ^Gcopper shines like ^G7Arizona ^Cgold

Staring ^Fout with empty eyes Like ^Cbeggars blind and lame that do no ^G7harm With their ^Cempty rooms that hold The ^Fold town's memories and their ^Cdoorways That reach ^G7out like empty ^Carms

In the ^Amstreets the children play, climbing ^Emup the crooked stairs And ^Flovers touch and ^Cturn to go back ^G7home And the ^Csounds of hammers echo In the ^Fonce forgotten halls and ^Chope stirs In the ^G7heart of old Je^Crome

The ^Ammoon shines bright on Cleo^Fpatra Where the ^Cmines lie sleeping far be^G7low The ^Amwind and the ^Frain sing their ^Cmountain lulla^Amby The ^Gcopper shines like ^G7Arizona ^Cgold