Misc Your Songs - Grace freeman - passing by

^CPassing the dreamers with lacy white streamers who race from the chapel they came ^FPassing the flowers, the o^Gld water tower where ^Feverything ^Gelse is the s^Came ^CPassing the cars frostbitten in their lots waiting patiently out in the snow Passing t^Fhe kitchen windows, where b^Glack grinds are dripping and s^Fippers are t^Gaking it s^Clow ^FPassing the garden that dies in December ^Cadorned with a ^C/Bwhite picket f^Amence ^DmPassing down patterns that children remember, s^Gometimes it doesn’t make sense Passing ^Fby^G… sunday ^{C C/B Am Am7} Passing ^Dby^{Dm G} Sunday ^{C C/B Am Am7 D Dm G}

^CPassing the graveyard with crimson carnations that wilt and are duly replaced ^FPassing through town where the f^Golks know their habits and ^Ftrace through the d^Gay in their h^Caste ^CPassing the outcasts that hide in their books in the nooks and the corners in the park ^FPassing the outcasts hiding b^Gehind their drinks, those who ^Fonly come ^Gout after d^Cark ^FPassing the faces dormant in our heads, and ^Csometimes they ^C/Bpass through our d^Amreams ^DmNorms that existed before the first ^Dbreath, ^Dmrun of the mill as it s^Geems

Passing ^Fby^G… sunday ^{C C/B Am Am7} I wonder ^Dwh^Dmy ^G someday^Cs ^{C/B Am Am7 D Dm G}