Slaid Cleaves - November skies

Across the road, down at the ^Cbottom of the field ^D There's a rusty tractor, used to ^Gread “John Deere” ^{C G} It's been there since my daddy's ^Cdaddy was a boy ^D The engine quit and there she sits, like an ^Gold forgotten toy ^{C G}

Further on down where the ^Cwhite birches grow ^D Grandpa used to take me for his ^Gfavourite evening show ^{C G} He said he liked to watch the ^Cleaves fall from the trees ^D I kinda think he just liked being with ^Gme ^Am

I used to think that ^Ctime was something that ^Gnever changed ^Am I used to think that ^Clife was always ^Geasy ^Am Now I know that ^Cseasons change and ^Gso must I ^Am And I've grown to ^Dlove November ^Gskies ^C

Let the winds of ^Dchange come set me ^Gfree ^C D G ~ Em November skies, try to ease my tired mind But I ^Cknow that the winter w^Dinds aren't far be^Ghind

I used to tag along while ^CGrandpa did his chores ^D I still remember wrestling with that ^Gsqueaky old barn door ^{C G} Seems I'd always end up ^Cgetting in his way ^D He'd just shake his head and smile and he ^Galways let me stay

I used to think that ^Ctime was something that ^Gnever changed ^Am I used to think that ^Clife was always ^Geasy ^Am Now I know that ^Cseasons change and ^Gso must I ^Am And I've grown to ^Dlove November ^Gskies ^C

Let the winds of ^Dchange come set me ^Gfree ^C D G ~ Em November skies, try to ease my tired mind C D G ~ Em But I know that the winter winds aren't far behind Yes, I ^Cknow that the winter w^Dinds aren't far be^Ghind ^{C G}