Patrick Wolf - Teignmouth

^AmOn the Nig^Fht train From the^C city to the^Em south ^AmI saw sp^Firits Crawl ^Cacross the r^Emiver mouth ^AmIn skewed ascension ^Fwith no destination like^C this lone batchelor^Em in me ^AmThis constant yearning for^F great love and learning and the ^Cwind to carry me ^Emfree

^FSo when the birds fly^C south, reach up an^Amd hold their t^Gails ^FPull up and o^Cut of here and br^Amidle the autumn ^Ggales ^FDown by the ^Cburning cliffs,^Am by the unrelenting ^Groll F C Am G Am(into verse) Marry the untold blessings and anchor this lost soul