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[Am]Traveler's tears wounded [Dm]memories
[Am]Hand's full of [G]days, these were the ways
You looked for [Am]home
[Dm]..Pale paths change marking [Am]out the way
[G]Into the grace ..of [Am]day
[Am]Traveler's tears, wounded [Dm]memories
[Am]One hadn full of [G]days
One hand on the [Am]cold hard ground
[Dm]It's as they say:
It's coldest [Am]before the dawn
As the [G]cold hard ground
Would [Am]signify
[C]White Angel, White [G]Angel, [E]give me light
[C]I have passed such a [G]long time
In the cold dark [Am]night
[Dm]My bruised and burning eyes [Am]
Await their [G]dream of [Am]morning
[Am]Put your hand to the plow
Dry your [Dm]traveler's tears
Lick your [Am]wounds
Dress your [G]memories
In [Am]woodbettany
[Dm]It's as you'd own:
It's coldest [Am]before the dawn
And [G]in your bones
You know the way back [Am]home
[C]White Angel, White [G]Angel, [E]give me light
[C]I have passed such a [G]long time
In the cold dark [Am]night
[Dm]My bruised and burning eyes [Am]
Await their [G]dream
Of [Am]morning
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