C
Been climbing trees I've skinned my knees
Fmaj7
my hands are black the sun is going down
C
She scruffs my hair in the kitchen steam
Fmaj7
She's listening to the dream I weaved today
C
Crosswords through the bathroom door
Fmaj7
while someone sings the theme-tune to the news
C
and my sister buzzes through the room leaving perfume in the air
Fmaj7
and that's what triggered this.
C
I come back here from time to time
Fmaj7
I shelter here some days.
C Fmaj7
C
A high-back chair. He sits and stares
Fmaj7
A thousand yards and whistle's marching-band
C
Kneeling by and speaking up
Fmaj7
He reaches out and I take a massive hand.
C
Disjointed tales that flit between
Fmaj7
short trousers and a full dress uniform
C
And he talks of people ten years gone like I've known them all my life
Fmaj7
Like scattered black 'n' whites....
C
I come back here from time to time
Fmaj7
I shelter here some days.
C
I come back here from time to time
Fmaj7
I shelter here some days.
C Fmaj7
till end
Ok, enjoy, and get picking...
Lol, this is an endurance song - your hand is very tired after this...