Mike Reid - Beautiful lonesome animal

^CHe dreams of ^Flying in a ^Cbed He dreams of ^Amdying in her ^Farms ^CIn cities where the ^Fweary ^Ctread 'Cross ^Amdistant fields and ^Ffarms ^CHe fora^Fges for human ^Cpain In the ^Ammarrow of des^Fpair He is a single drop of ^Crain The ^Gfragrant evening ^Cair

And he ^Fkeeps to the mountains and the ^Cvalleys He ^Fsleeps by the rivers and the ^Gstreams ^FComes to the edges of the ^Amshadows ^CTo water your life and deepest ^Gdreams And he ^Fmoves through ancient contra^Cdictions With the ^Fgrace of a sacred ma^Amchine This ^Fbeautiful lonesome ^Canimal That ^Gno-one's ever ^Cseen

^CYou may ^Fcatch him in the ^Cgarden If the ^Amevening light is ^Fgood ^CIs that him ^Fmoving 'cross the ^Chillside With ^Amsoldiers, nails and ^Fwood? ^CYou may ^Ffeel him in your ^Cbody Weighing ^Amheavy as a ^Fthought ^FAnd every notion of his ^Cmind Is ^Geverything he's ^Cnot

And he ^Fkeeps to the mountains and the^C valleys ^FSleeps by the rivers and the ^Gstreams ^FComes to the edges of the ^Amshadows To ^Cwater your life and deepest ^Gdreams And he ^Fmoves through ancient contra^Cdictions With the ^Fgrace of a sacred ma^Amchine This ^Fbeautiful lonesome ^Canimal That ^Gno-one's ever ^Cseen

^FOut of a dreamless ^Cnight ^FWe strut and rage our fated ^Chour ^FHe holds one tear up to the ^Glight A single ^Ftear To break these chains of lust and ^Gpower

And he ^Fmoves through ancient contra^Cdictions With the ^Fgrace of a sacred ma^Amchine ^FThis beautiful lonesome ^Canimal That ^Gno-one's ever ^Cseen