Misc Your Songs - Steven david tung - midnight winds roar

the midnight w^Aminds roar through the cr^Gacks in the ^Fwindows ^G keeping sc^Amore carrying the w^Geight of the o^Amars ^G

the silent k^Amnock on the d^Goor across the m^Foore ^G he begs for m^Amore' s^Gongs of ancient l^Amore

she carries w^Amater w^Gith her young d^Amaughter ^G the bullets f^Flying past ^G their buckets sl^Amaughter ^G

the e^Farth flys ^Gopen swallowing m^Amud ^G erupting fi^Fre ^G and the m^Aminstrel sings his s^Gong everm^Amore

the midnight w^Aminds roar through the cr^Gacks in the w^Findows christmas tr^Amees burn like r^Gockets in the n^Fight ^G

the howling tr^Amees gather 'ro^Gund ^Fhands upward b^Gound singing pr^Faises to the L^Gord, the Alm^Amighty

i sing to y^Amou, L^Gord Jesus Chr^Fist ask, w^Amhat of yo^Gur second c^Foming ^G how would you l^Amive in times like th^Gese what would you s^Fay, to us, now, pl^Gease are we prep^Fared for you n^Gow, in the morning br^Ameeze ^G

the noontide w^Aminds roar bene^Gath the big wide ^Focean ^G casting sh^Amadows in the s^Gky from far be^Amlow

the planets d^Amance in am^Gazement to our v^Foices ^G and the s^Amtars clap their h^Gands for those be^Amlow

the midnight w^Aminds roar through the cr^Gacks in the w^Findows ^G keeping sc^Amore carrying the we^Gight of the o^Fars ^G

and i w^Amake, all a s^Gudden from my morning d^Freaming ^G finding ^Amall that i dr^Geamed finding ^Amall that i dr^Geamed finding ^Amall that i dr^Geamed far b^Amelow