Soft Rain

G Am Bm It seems so long ago since first I saw the slow G D G Slow rain come falling down G Am Bm With spinners, lures and lines, we'd pass the summer time G D G And we rode those cliffs around Em D G And the fisherman beneath their caps would nod Em D G D 'Ay that's a fine soft day, thank God' G Am Bm Soft rain soft rain falling on my fields G D G Soft rain, soft rain, soft rain G Am Bm My father walked those fields in his time G D G And he held me by the hand G Am Bm With horses and with plough as the seasons would allow G D G He'd reap and sow the land Em D G I never thought I'd break that chain Em D G D But sometimes I still feel that rain G Am Bm Soft rain soft rain falling on my fields D/F# G D Em Soft rain, soft rain, soft rain G Am Bm Soft rain soft rain falling on my fields G D G Soft rain, soft rain, soft rain G Am Bm I've worked down your mines, out along your vines G D G Made music in your bars G Am Bm I've made friends with a song, sung the whole night long G D G Beneath your southern stars Em D G Still in my mind a soft voice calls Em D G D Where the Atlantic washes old stone walls G Am Bm Soft rain soft rain falling on my fields D/F# G D Em Soft rain, soft rain, soft rain G Am Bm Soft rain soft rain falling on my fields G D G Soft rain, soft rain, soft rain