Misc Originals - Emmy jean - winding roads

^AThe Sun Dips Low, Paints The Fie^Dlds In Gold The B^Areeze Whispers Secrets The ^ENights Yet To Hold My H^Aeart Feels Steady, Like The ^DCreeks Soft H^Aum But Shadows Li^Enger, Where^A Fear Comes From ^AI’ve Walked Through The Thorns ^DI’ve Felt The Sting Now I S^Atand On This Hill Where The ^ERobins Sing Yet, T^Ahe Clouds In The Distance Are^D Hard To Ignore Will They R^Aoll In ^EHeavy Like They^A Did Before

Oh Win^Dding R^Aoads They^C#m Twi^C#m7st And ^F#mTurn Lessons Of F^Dire You’d Th^Aink I^E’d L^Aearn But Here I ^DAm, ^AWith Peace In My ^C#mHand ^D Wondering ^Bm7If It’ll Slip Like The S^Ehifting S^Aands

^AThe Porch Lights On, And Th^De Coffee Is Warm The R^Aoof Holds Strong A^Egainst The Storm The M^Aemories Of August, They^D Knock At The Door Whisp^Aering ^ETales Of Wha^At Came Before I’ve Seen ^DRivers Run I’ve Felt The ^AGround Shake I ^C#mHeld On ^C#m7Tight When My^F#m Heart Would Break But T^Donight The Stars, They L^Aight Up The Sky Still I ^DWonder If ^EThey’ll Fade From M^Ay Eyes

Oh Win^Dding R^Aoads They^C#m Twi^C#m7st And ^F#mTurn Lessons Of F^Dire You’d Th^Aink I^E’d L^Aearn But Here I ^DAm, W^Aith Peace In My H^C#mand ^D Wondering ^Bm7If It’ll Slip Like The S^Ehifting S^Aands