Tracy Grammer - The verdant mile

No ^Cmuscle left to carry it, this ^Dblack bag of stones It's a ^Cblack bag ^D

N.C.

Through the ^EmAugust heat, the autumn rain and winter's face of blue These ^Cseasons keep their spinning up, but ^Dthere's no sign of you There is ^Cno sign ^D

And ^Cso I walk this ^Dverdant mile Of ^Gmemo^G/F#ry with ^Cyou The gentle arms of ^DEden And the ^Emmountain ^Dget me ^Cthrough__^D_

Well, ^EmRichard says the whippoorwill, taught him how to go I ^Ctell him death is just a dream, but ^DI don't really know It's ^Emeverything and nothing when the spirit cracks the sky But ^Cflowers fold and go to seed and ^Dno one questions why ^CNobody, oh ^Dno

And ^Cso I walk this ^Dverdant mile Of ^Gmemo^G/F#ry with ^Cyou The gentle arms of ^DEden And the ^Emraven ^Dget me ^Cthrough__^D_

I m^Emiss you like I love the sound of blackbirds in the trees I ^Csit alone and wish that maybe ^Done of you would visit me But no ^Emmatter how much seed I hang, what prayer I call out I ^Ccannot bring that bird in from the ^Dfield or make an angel ^CCome around ^D

And ^Cso I walk this ^Dverdant mile Of ^Gmemo^G/F#ry with ^Cyou The gentle arms of ^DEden And the ^Emmountain ^Dget me ^Cthrough___

And so I walk this ^Dverdant mile Of ^Gmemo^G/F#ry with ^Cyou The gentle arms of ^DEden Em D C D C D G-D-G-D-Em And the mountain get me through______