Mumford & Sons - Timshel

^FCold is the water It freezes your already cold mi^Bbnd Already cold, cold mind ^{F Fsus F} And deat^Fh is at your doorstep And it will steal your innocence ^Bb But it will not steal your substance. ^{F Fsus F}

But you^C are not al^Bbone in this^F And you ^Bbare not alone ^F/Ain this ^F As bro^Bbthers we will stand and we^C'll hold your hand ^{F C/E Dm} Hold your hand ^{F Fsus F Fsus F Fsus F}

And you ^Fare the mother The mother of your baby child ^Bb The one to whom you gave life ^{F Fsus F} And you h^Fave your choices And these are what make man great ^Bb His ladder to the stars ^{F Fsus F}

But you^C are not al^Bbone in this^F And you ^Bbare not alone ^F/Ain this ^F As bro^Bbthers we will stand and we^C'll hold your hand ^{F C/E Dm} Hold your hand ^{F Fsus F Fsus F Fsus F}

And I ^Bb w^Bb/Cill ^Bb/D tell ^Bb t^Fhe night ^BbWhisp^Bb/Cer, ^Bb/D"Lose ^Bb your ^Fsight" But I^{Bb Bb/C}can’t ^Bb/D move ^Bbthe m^Fountains^Bb/F for you. ^F