Will Varley - Blood and bone

^DmMen are made From blood and bone Like m^Cetals made from ^Dmdust ^AmMen are bound to die alone Like ^Gmetals bound to ru^Dmst

^DmLate, late, l^Cate night on the h^Dmill The po^Amet came a knocking on the sh^Gamans window s^Dmill ^DmHelp me my words don't vis^Cit anymor^Dme The sh^Amaman he laughed picked a m^Gouse up from the fl^Dmoor

They s^Dmat there in the dark whilst a^C mooty was prep^Dmared From the bl^Amood of the mouse and an ^Geagles head ^{Dm Dm}Drink this said the shaman, it will c^Calm you mi^Dmnd I promi^Amse the words will flow from you like the r^Gain from the sky^Dm

So the ^Dmpoet he drank, till the g^Class was bar^Dme While ^Amoutside a nightingale s^Gang in the air^Dm T^Dmhank you said the poet, may the g^Cods bless your ^Dmsoul He s^Amhook the old mans hand, walked o^Gut into the cold^Dm

^DmEarly the next morning as the s^Cun began to rise^Dm Scr^Ameams rang out across the o^Gld diamond mines^Dm My l^Dmover, My lover, My l^Cover is d^Dmead ^AmNext to his wife lay the p^Goet In his be^Dmd

^DmMen are made From blood and bone Like m^Cetals made from ^Dmdust ^AmMen are bound to die alone Like ^Gmetals bound to ru^Dmst

^DmAfter many years past and gone and m^Cany tears crie^Dmd Still ^Amno one could console the po^Gor old poets br^Dmide ^DmFor in this life or the next s^Ctill she impl^Dmored That o^Amne of these days she would s^Gee her love once m^Dmore

Then ^Dmone day in the winter while the f^Camines took a h^Dmold ^AmInto a tavern walked a st^Granger from the c^Dmold Said I'm loo^Dmking for my lover I've been a^Cway for many ye^Dmars The p^Amoets widow was s^Gummoned from her te^Dmars

If it's y^Dmou said the widow then wh^Cere have you b^Dmeen The de^Ammons said the stranger they to^Gok me from my sl^Dmeep They loc^Dmked me in a cave put na^Cils through my sku^Dmll I esc^Amaped with the help of this l^Gonesome nighting^Dmale

If it's ^Dmyou said the widow then ^Cspin me a line^Dm The s^Amtranger cleared his throat looked d^Geep into her eye^Dms

Said ^Dmmen are made From blood and bone Like m^Cetals made from ^Dmdust ^AmMen are bound to die alone Like ^Gmetals bound to ru^Dmst

They d^Dmrank and they danced l^Cate into the n^Dmight But the p^Amoets father was n^Got so satisfied^Dm Next m^Dmorning the stranger was aw^Coken with a th^Dmud As the ^Ampolice came to take sa^Gmples of his bl^Dmood

And^Dm as the results of the t^Cest came i^Dmn The ^Ampoets father screamed I kn^Gew it wasn't hi^Dmm Well a l^Dmonely executioner s^Charpened his blad^Dme From d^Amoing god's work a l^Giving he made^Dm

And j^Dmust before he raised his axe u^Cp too the bird^Dms He aske^Amd the stranger do you have a^Gny last word^Dms

And the ^Amshaman he sm^Giles up on the h^Dmill His pr^Amomise to the p^Goet was fulfi^Dmlled And the w^Amidow she cr^Gies to the mo^Dmon And the n^Amightingale s^Gang her last tu^Dmne

Said ^Dmmen are made From blood and bone Like m^Cetals made from ^Dmdust ^AmMen are bound to die alone Like ^Gmetals bound to ru^Dmst

^DmMen are made From blood and bone Like m^Cetals made from ^Dmdust ^AmMen are bound to die alone Like ^Gmetals bound to ru^Dmst