Wild Rivers - Blue june

^EmAll ^Garound I ^Csee blue and ^Gbrown T^Draces of your s^Emkin on all the t^Chings I forgot a^Gbout S^Emhe keeps her w^Garmth in a ^Clittle j^Gar A^D ration of me t^Emastes, and it's s^Cweet so f^Gar

A^Emnd I got s^Gomething of a g^Cirl back h^Gome W^De sing sweet n^Emothings through t^Che telephone ^G S^Emometimes I think it's n^Gothing, and n^Cothing mor^Ge A^D love that's gotten gr^Emand for some r^Comantic fo^Grt

^FOh I don't ^Cknow ^{Gsus4 F}It's been some ^Cyears since I've been ^Gsus4calm ^AmIs it som^Cething like a ^Gsus4ring of smoke ^FHere before a m^Coment, t^Ghen gone

And^Em I ain't much a ^Gswimmer when the ^Cwaters are r^Gough I ^Dkeep myself from ^Emhurting when the ^Ctimes get toug^Gh An^Emd I been saying ^Ghit me and I'm b^Cound to bu^Grst Th^Dese days I got no t^Emrouble telling lo^Cve get lost^G

^FOh I don't ^Cknow ^{Gsus4 F}It's been some ^Cyears since I've been ^Gsus4calm ^AmIs it som^Cething like a ^Gsus4ring of smoke ^FHere before a m^Coment, t^Ghen gone

^EmSweet, unspoken p^Gromises I'll a^Clways sing for J^Gune It'^Ds when the fields grown ^Emfallow that the w^Cinter comes too s^Goon ^EmOftentimes she c^Grossed my mind like an ^Cold familiar t^Gune But^D it's so cold that n^Emothing grows but a f^Clower yet to b^Gloom But^D it's so cold that n^Emothing grows but a f^Clower yet to b^Gloom D* Em* C* G* It's so cold that nothing grows but a flower yet to bloom