Mando Diao - Misty mountains

In a h^Fouse on an ^Dmisland there's a t^Bbale that must be to^Fld of our m^Fysterious, Misty M^Dmountains Behind ^Bball the songs I wro^Cte lives and ^Bbold man and his sha^Fdow They are wh^Cistling day and n^Dmight for what^Fever, whatever it's w^Corth for They are wh^Bbistling for you and I^F

On a r^Fanch in the w^Dmildness there's a s^Bbong that must be su^Fng about a bl^Findfolded ^Dmangel who never l^Bbearned the right from wro^Cng And though I d^Bbon't know enough E^Fnglish to descr^Cibe it's troubled m^Dmind But for ^Fone thing I am c^Certain that it s^Bbings for you and I^F

And I tr^Dmied so hard to f^Dmiguring out^C But I guess that I'm only h^Dmuman I've been ^Dmwatching him, drawing him, ^Canalysing him in ^Bbevery way I could po^Cssibly think of

But th^Fat does not really h^Dmelp me You got to s^Bbit back and enjo^Fy You know, ^FOchrasy raised and betr^Dmayed him Now he s^Bbits there all alo^Cne With his s^Bboul and his le^Fgend and his ^Cepic melod^Dmies They are w^Fith us when we're cr^Cying and they are w^Bbith us when we ble^Fed

Yes, they are w^Fith us when we're cr^Cying and they are w^Bbith us when we ble^Fed