C                Am  C                 Am             
Wait on the breeze through red top trees
C                Am  C                 Am
Pining will roam, ask where you've grown
C                Am  C                     Am
Seven geese in flight call from a great height
C                Am  C                     Am
Grey wing, then white, grey wing, then white


F                      Am   C                    F
You said everyone you know one day will surely die
                       Am       G
But everything that dies in some way returns
F                      Am  C                     F
You said everyone you know one day will surely die
                       Am                  G
But everything that dies in some way returns


C               Am  C               Am     
Down to the woods where I first stood
C               Am  C             Am
Down to the foot where I drew blood
C               Am C                     Am
Ten gees in flight call from a great height
C               Am     C                    Am
Grey wings, then white, grey wings, then white


F                      Am   C                   F
You said everyone you know one day will surely die
                       Am    G
But everything that dies in some way returns
F                      Am   C                    F
You said everyone you know one day will surely die
                       Am   G
But everything that dies in some way returns   X3