Текст песни с аккордами
Вступление [Intro] Am C Am F C [Verse 1] C G C G Billy Drover’s dead and gone, there’s nothing left but the bones F C G Nature’s working overtime to take down his old home C G C F Legs are rotten back is bent and the windows they just stare F C G C After fifteen kids it’s hard to believe that there’s no one living there. [Chorus] N.C. G There was smoke from the chimney Am F C Youngsters screaming, smell of homemade bread G Am Spuds in the cellar and pickles in the pantry F G And lots of wood in the shed. Am F Try to remember the two-storey house C G Nestled down in the cove Am F ‘Cause if you go back you’ll probably find C G C A spot where the alders grow. [Riff] Am C Am F C [Verse 2] C G C G Clearly I remember now the wooden shingled box F C G A long fully loaded clothesline and a hundred hand knit socks C G C F A pile of slabs and a choppin’ block, and a swing in the apple tree F C G C Shed on the wharf down across the cove and an outhouse over the sea. [Chorus] N.C. G There was smoke from the chimney Am F C Youngsters screaming, smell of homemade bread G Am Spuds in the cellar and pickles in the pantry F G And lots of wood in the shed. Am F Try to remember the two-storey house C G Nestled down in the cove Am F ‘Cause if you go back you’ll probably find C G C A spot where the alders grow. [Riff] Am C Am F C [Verse 3] C G C G Lilac laden summer winds leaping through long hay F C G Curtain tongues through open windows, white caps on the bay C G C F Capelin corpses neatly laid on flakes of black spruce boughs F C G C Stouts and flies and bumblebees and an old tailswinging cow. [Chorus] N.C. G There was smoke from the chimney Am F C Youngsters screaming, smell of homemade bread G Am Spuds in the cellar and pickles in the pantry F G And lots of wood in the shed. Am F Try to remember the two-storey house C G Nestled down in the cove Am F ‘Cause if you go back you’ll probably find C G C A spot where the alders grow. [Outro] Am C Am F C
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