Mean Mary - Shepherds hill

Some ^Gdays the trail I follow grows too ^Cnarrow and too dense And I ^Gcan’t always walk along the ^Ctop rail of the fence There are ^Gtimes I can’t move forward, ^Ctimes I can’t back out There are ^Gtimes I can’t fly ^Fhigh, beyond a ^Cshadow of a ^Gdoubt

Stubbornly, I struggle on, not ^Cknowing what’s ahead With the ^Gtangle still around me when at ^Cnight I find my bed I ^Gtoss and turn, and turn and toss, and ^Chold my pillow tight Oh, it’s ^Gthen I go a-^Fwalking, I go ^Cwalking late at ^Gnight

I go walking late at night, when the ^Cworld is calm and ^Gstill And the ^Emstars they light a ^Cpathway to the ^Gtop of Shepherd’s ^CHill I lay ^Gdown my weary ^Bmbody on the ^Ccool and tender ^Gmoss And I ^Emsleep under^Dneath a wooden ^Gcross ^{C G C}

The ^Ggood shepherd whispers ^Csecrets in my ear Like a ^Gbreeze, holy secrets, ^Conly I can hear When the ^Gmorning sun comes softly, I’ll be ^Cin my own hard bed But his ^Ggentle voice will ^Flinger in my ^Csoul and in my ^Ghead

And I’ll rush into the new day, like a ^Cpenny candy store Like the ^Ggreenest adolescent, who ^Cdoesn’t know the score But I ^Gknow where to find him when ^Cnothing’s going right Oh, I ^Gknow that he’ll be ^Fthere, when I go ^Cwalking late at ^Gnight

I go walking late at night, when the ^Cworld is calm and ^Gstill And the ^Emstars they light a ^Cpathway to the ^Gtop of Shepherd’s ^CHill I lay ^Gdown my weary ^Bmbody on the ^Ccool and tender ^Gmoss And I ^Emsleep under^Dneath a wooden ^Gcross ^C

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On Shepherd's Hill I'll rest my bo^Bmdy under the ^Ccool and tender ^Gmoss I lay me ^Emdown under^Dneath a wooden ^Gcross