G                             C/G             G
Now the birds have flown away, running South to race decay
           C                G         D
Did their mother's know the way back home?
        Em                      G              C                  G
Or did they, like the hearts of man, here the whispers of better lands?
       C              D    Em         D         Em       C        Em
In the song the wind still sings to those who brave the sea, to those who brave the sea

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       Em                  G            C              G
And to all who search the deep for the gold the ocean keeps
         C               Em       D
Calls a tune that rises with the tide
        Em                           G              C                         G
Autumn soul have your leaves turned gold? Have your birds and their mother's flown?
         C       D       Em       D          Em      C         Em               C
Did the harvest sell her heart to take your numbered days? The earth and I have aged
    D
She takes...

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       Em                  G            C                G
Now the crows dig in their feet. Making paths for all to see
        C                     Em       D
Where the years took tears of joy and grief
       Em                     G             C                     G
Oh my soul, I can see you've grown, by the hands that your mother holds
        C       D       Em       D          Em      C         Em              D
By the way she wears my scars I know we've both decayed. My soul and her old age.
   D
I know...

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          C     G          D                  Em
I've seen years pass, and springtime fade and whither
          C     G          D               Em
I've seen steps slow, as time catches the sprinter in us all
C   G                      D               Em
Oh, Oh                as time catches the sprinter in us all
C   G                      D               Em
Oh, Oh                as time catches the sprinter in us all
C   G                      D               Em
Oh, Oh                as time catches the sprinter in us all
 C     G        D               Em
Frail faith is steady from the seasons
        C     G           D               Em
And if death waits, each day is one more reason
         C
to thank God