A Winter Tale
Bobby LongVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
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vamp it in Am
I'm pale I've brought it back to Winter Tale
So spare the ghosts around my neck
The winds against the sails
I'm shivering up a storm of roadside pines, a
Thirst shreds the ballast cold
And shows the olden times
I'm bold and sorrow thrown into the day
Into the barrels of the sun I turned and found a way
The naked branches cut the empty air
The river birds have fled away
From all their wear and tear
The covered surface hugs the board but keeps in the sky
A childhood glimpse that keeps you warm but hangs you to dry
The shameful dream the shameful face that pulls on your heart
Those brittle winds will keep the dawn from you at the start
So bring me choirs to ease me on my way
So bring me screams of organs for the day
So bring me choirs to brighten all the gales
So bring me screams of organs and the wails
Of winter tales
I heard a lonely voice cut through the rain
"So take away my conscious mind and take away my fame,"
To embrace the day to cut through my only soul
I'd starch my love of all its parts
To the blackness of burnt coal.
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Readable chord sheet for A Winter Tale by Bobby Long
vamp it in Am I'm pal[C]e I've brought it back to Win[G]ter Tale So spare the ghosts aroun[Am]d my neck The winds against the sa[F]ils I'm shi[C]vering up a storm o[G]f roadside pines, a Thirst shreds the balla[Am]st cold And shows the olden tim[F]es [Am] I'm bold [C]and sorrow thrown into t[G]he day Into the barrels of the [Am]sun I turned and fou[F]nd a way The naked[C] branches cut the empty a[G]ir The river birds have fle[Am]d away From all their wear and t[F]ear [Am] The c[Am]overed s[Em]urface hu[G]gs the board but keeps in the sky A childhood glimpse that keeps you warm but hangs you to dry The shameful dream the shameful face that pulls on your heart Those brittle winds will keep the dawn from you at the start So bri[C]ng me [G]choirs[Am] to ease[G] me on [F]my way So br[C]ing me[G] screa[Am]ms of o[F]rgans for[G] the day So bri[C]ng me [G]choirs [Am]to bri[G]ghten a[F]ll the gales So bring [C]me sc[G]reams[Am] of organ[F]s and t[G]he wails Of winter [Am]tales I heard a lonely voice cut through the rain "So take away my conscious mind and take away my fame," To embrace the day to cut through my only soul I'd starch my love of all its parts To the blackness of burnt coal.