The Wailin' Jennys - Avila

^GOh sweet peace, n^Cever have you fa^Gllen ^Cnever have you f^Gallen u^Dpon this town ^GOh sweet peace, n^Cever have you f^Gallen ^Cnever have you f^Gallen u^Dpon this t^Gown The ^Gblack crows are loaded with the c^Call of things disc^Garded the r^Cibboned shard of b^Gattle and e^Dverything burned Have they fo^Grgotten we live here do they th^Cink that we ga^Gve up ^Clay down and grew o^Gver ^Dweeds at every t^Gurn ^GOh sweet peace, n^Cever have you fa^Gllen ^Cnever have you f^Gallen u^Dpon this town ^GOh sweet peace, n^Cever have you f^Gallen ^Cnever have you f^Gallen u^Dpon this t^Gown ^GI will not rest until this p^Clace is full of su^Gnlight or at le^Cast until the da^Grkness Is q^Duiet for a while And ^Gwe will not wait for that m^Curder to come ca^Glling The n^Cight will simply fa^Gll and the m^Dorning will r^Gise ^GOh sweet peace, n^Cever have you fa^Gllen ^Cnever have you f^Gallen u^Dpon this town ^GOh sweet peace, n^Cever have you f^Gallen ^Cnever have you f^Gallen u^Dpon this t^Gown

^GOh sweet peace, n^Cever have you fa^Gllen ^Cnever have you f^Gallen u^Dpon this town ^COh sweet pe^Gace, w^Chen will you be ca^Glling ^CWhen will you be c^Galling, up^Don this to^Gwn