G C G Further from my widowed home take the road that sets it to the sunG C G Waiting for my skin and bone to return and see what I've becomeEm C G Summer has not yet been here though my days are longEm C G Take me back to when the night was young and another song was sungG C G What of all those pretty tales the ones that took me to this doorG C G Is it comfort in the salvers way is it comfort upon this wooden floorEm C G Tell you is it a failure to forget the ones that self itEm C G And I tried to remember but my mind is no longer cleanEm C Am C Oooh Ooooh Oooh, You recognise meEm C Am Em Oooh Ooooh Oooh, I follow from, far from the treesEm C Am C Oooh Ooooh Oooh, The woods came out, on to my kneesEm C Am Oooh Ooooh Oooh, I twisted roundC G I made no sound... No soundG C G I'll wonder till my brittle bones has come and pulled me to the stoneG C G Further from the towns you've known I will remain from where I have begunEm C G Summer before I start I was kicking home stones as a childEm C G In the meadow when the storm came through and I followed straight back to youEm C Am C Oooh Ooooh Oooh, You recognise meEm C Am Em Oooh Ooooh Oooh, I follow from, far from the treesEm C Am C Oooh Ooooh Oooh, The woods came out, on to my kneesEm C Am Oooh Ooooh Oooh, I twisted roundC G I made no sound... No soundG C G Would you ever doubt my love when my day is doneG C G I'll lay down my body within this earth I've wonEm C G Would you try to follow the roads I had to walkEm C G There's a whisper in the willow for they all hear me talk
I Will Remain
Matthew and the Atlas
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