F       C                   G 
I count the hours, you count the days together, 
     F                                   G          F ////// 
we count the minutes in this passion play. 
                  F        C                   G 
Walk dusty miles, and I ride that train, 
       F             C                  G               F ////// 
on a first class ticket, just to be with you again. 

(Chorus) 
                D     G     D                    G 
Picking up tired feet, back from a far horizon, 
                        D          G       D                          C 
Cleaned up and brushed down, dressed to look the part. 
D                        G           D                 G 
Fresh from God's garden, I bring a gift of roses 
     D                            G             D 
                         C 
to stand in sweet spring water and press them to your heart. 

                       F       C       G 
Like the Kipling cat, I walk alone, 
           F       C                  G              F 
never inviting trouble, never casting the stone. 
                                            C           G 
But this badge of honour is of tarnished tin, 
               F         C             G                    F 
light your guiding beacon to bring this fisher in.