Nick Mulvey - The doing is done

^GYes, n^Cow the doing Oh, the doing is^G done Your father's made b^Cy his daughter A mother made by^G her son And o^Gh, in t^Che darkness I feel I^G would stay But the darkness o^Cf the night Was made by^G the day

And I wait, ^CI wait She draw rum and I ^Gstayed the same Well I was lost ^Cin the rushing And you were lost in^G the rain And asking 'How many miles ^Cin the making?' And 'How many makers in the^G wine?' When a mother's made by her^C daughter And a father made b^Gy his son

And we laugh a^Ct it Oh, where could ^GI go? Yes, I'll ^Cbe there Oh, where could ^GI go? ^C

Oh, now the doing is d^Gone Your father's made b^Cy his daughter A mother made b^Gy her son And will I b^Ce there? Oh, where could ^GI go? Yes, I'll b^Ce there Oh, where could ^GI go?

Let ^Gus live f^Dull cost Off the w^Doods O^Cff the darkn^Gess Let's put o^Dn The arm^Dour of l^Cife Let u^Gs pour hones^Dty ^DAs in the da^Cy ^G