Woodlands

Am Fm6 Am F G Am Am Fm6 Tender wind is blowing on shady green hills Am Am All blown out of trouble, all have been achieved F G Am It draws out emeralds all the space between the leaves Am Fm6 Swirling mist waves like dream ‘round my feet Am Am The sacred ghost of woods follows on my way F G Am From green-barbed ground I put it onto my knees F The rustle of wings, G A dewy blade of grass Am Trembles in breeze, Am Molten into fog F G A chaste den for the soul G Am Solace and harmony Am Fm6 The far reaching fog reposes dust Am Am Noises and silence together with us F G Am Musing and sweating stones from Nature’s rust Am Fm6 Tepid light touches the depth of my face Am Am Summer is droning, sleeping away F G Am Balancing and leaping, wakening shapes Am Fm6 The canvas of consciousness ripped up now Am Am Giving way for sun-, stars- and moonshine F G Am To stream through the hills and scuttle your skull F The rustle of wings, G A dewy blade of grass Am Trembles in breeze, Am Molten into fog F G A chaste den for the soul G Am Solace and harmony F The rustle of wings, G A dewy blade of grass Am Trembles in breeze, Am Molten into fog F G The right of disobedience G Am In the twilight of timelessness