In Western Lands

N.C. Still round the corner there may wait N.C. A new road or a secret gate, N.C. And though we pass them by today, N.C. Tomorrow we may come this way Gm Bb Gm Gm Bb F Gm Bb Gm In western lands beneath the Sun Gm Bb F The flowers may rise in Spring, Gm Bb Gm The trees may bud, the waters run, Gm F Gm The merry finches sing. Gm F Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night Bb F Gm and swaying beeches bear Bb F the Elven-stars as jewels white Bb F Gm amid their branching hair. Am G F G Am Am C Though here at journey's end I lie F G in darkness buried deep, Am C Am beyond all towers strong and high, G Am beyond all mountains steep, Am G C above all shadows rides the Sun F G Am and Stars for ever dwell: F G Am I will not say the Day is done, G Am nor bid the Stars farewell.