Passing Afternoon
Iron And WineVersion1
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There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon
Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon
And she chose a yard to burn, but the ground remembers her
Wooden spoons, her children stir her bougainvillea blooms
There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days
Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings
Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves
There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass
Springtime calls her children 'till she lets them go at last
And she's chosen where to be, though she's lost her wedding ring
Somewhere near her misplaced jar of bougainvillea seeds
There are things we can't recall, blind as night that finds us all
Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls
But my hands remember hers, rolling 'round the shaded ferns
Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learned
There are names across the sea, only now I do believe
Sometimes, with the windows closed, she'll sit and think of me
But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know
A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone
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Readable chord sheet for Passing Afternoon by Iron And Wine
There are t[C]imes that walk from [D]you like some p[G]assing af[C]ternoon [G]Summer warmed the o[D]pen window [C]of her hon[D]eymoon And she ch[C]ose a yard to b[D]urn, but the gr[G]ound remembers [C]her [G]Wooden spoons, her chi[D]ldren stir her bouga[C]invillea b[D]looms There are th[C]ings that drift [D]away like our e[G]ndless, numbered [C]days [G]Autumn blew the qu[D]ilt right off the pe[C]rfect bed she [D]made And she's ch[C]osen to bel[D]ieve in the h[G]ymns her mother s[C]ings [G]Sunday pulls its chi[D]ldren from their p[C]iles of fallen l[D]eaves There are sai[C]ling ships that p[D]ass all our bo[G]dies in the g[C]rass [G]Springtime calls her chi[D]ldren 'till she l[C]ets them go at [D]last And she's ch[C]osen where to [D]be, though she's l[G]ost her wedding [C]ring [G]Somewhere near her misp[D]laced jar of bouga[C]invillea s[D]eeds There are thi[C]ngs we can't re[D]call, blind as n[G]ight that finds us [C]all [G]Winter tucks her chi[D]ldren in, her fr[C]agile china d[D]olls But my ha[C]nds remember h[D]ers, rolling 'r[G]ound the shaded f[C]erns [G]Naked arms, her sec[D]rets still like s[C]ongs I'd never le[D]arned There are na[C]mes across the s[D]ea, only n[G]ow I do be[C]lieve [G]Sometimes, with the win[D]dows closed, she'll [C]sit and think of[D] me But she'll me[C]nd his tattered clo[D]thes and they'll k[G]iss as if they [C]know [G]A baby sleeps in a[D]ll our bones, so sc[C]ared to be a[D]lone