Folk SongSundaysChords

GSummer sky and a throat bone dry and the C fields are all gold C7

GDusty lane with a song in my brain and it C stoned me to my C7 soul

AmI climb higher C move towards the fire G blaze sFun

GSilver trees and a whispering breeze are my C sight and my soundC7

GThe thought of heaven couldn't drag me from the path when I'm C

 wandering here aC7lone

AmI climb higher C move towards the fire G so blaze sFun

AmWatch until it dies slow C falling from the sky G pale fading sFun