Richard Hawley - Down in the woods

^BmThey think TV is the thing ^E They think ^Bmcars everything ^BmTo kiss your kind, apple cheeks ^E Stolen love under a ^Bmcanopy of trees

Won't you follow me ^Adown Down into the ^Bmwoods Won't you follow me ^Adown Come back feeling ^Bmgood

^BmThere must be a place for us ^BmFor you and I to be as one ^BmAround your shoulders, around your hair My ^Eeyes were blinded by ^Bmsolar flares

Won't you follow me ^Adown Down into the ^Bmwoods Won't you follow me ^Adown Come back feeling ^Bmgood

^F#mA fungus grows though ^G#mthe leaf mould ^G Eat me and ^Bmyou shall hold A ^Arai^F#mn ^{G#m G F#m} bow ^Bm

^BmThere must be a place for us For ^Ayou and I to be as one Around ^F#myour shoulders, in ^Ayour hair My ^Eeyes are blinded by solar flares

These ^Bmseismic moments ^Erare and few Does this seismic kiss ^Bmfrom you Take ^Eall that's bitter, all that's cold ^F Does the ^Eshadow,^F in me ^Eshow? ^F#mWisen up, ^Eshe can see, ^Bmeat me whole and lose your hope ^F#mFor the days, these ^G#mwoods are ^Esold ^G I would like ^F#myou to know I ^Alov^G#me ^Bm you I ^Alov^G#me ^G you ^{F#m Bm}

Won't you follow me ^Adown Down into the ^Bmwoods Won't you follow me ^Adown Come back feeling ^Bmgood

Won't you follow me ^Adown Down into the ^Bmwoods Won't you follow me ^Adown Come back feeling ^Bmgood Down into the green^Bmwood Come back feeling ^Bmgood Good, good, good, ^Bmgood