This is my rendition of a classic British folk song from the mid 19th century. Though it is loosely based
on the version by Anna Shannon. transpose as needed. (+2 for Anna Shannon's key)
Chords separated by a dash are half the length of the others (e.g: - )
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When the night closes in and the wind it howls too long
And the curlew cries his long forgotten song
It is then I will run over heather moss and stone
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To be with you, at the dying of the day
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When the world has tried, my spirit, to break
And tomorrow is a fast flowing river to row
It is then I am drawn to the light from your window
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That guides me, at the dying of the day
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When the moon hangs her head in the pale winter sky
And the trees bow and bend, weary dancers to the wind
Like a lost bird calling I will run to your side
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To be with you at the dying of the day
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I'll be with you at the dying of the day
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