Black Flies

F       Am
Black flies on the windowsill

That we are

That we are

               F
That we are to know
        Am
Winter stole summer's thrill
                     F
And the river's cracked and cold

F       Am
See the sky is no man's land
        F
A darkened plume to stay
        Am
Hope here needs a humble hand
        F
Not a fox found in your place

Am      G       F
And no man is an island, oh this I 
know
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        Am
But can't you see, oh?
        G       F
Maybe you were the ocean, when I was
 just a stone

F       Am
Black flies on the windowsill

That we are

That we are
                     F
That we are to hold
        Am
Comfort came against my will
        F
And every story must grow old

        Am
Still I'll be a traveller
        F
A gypsy's reins to face
        Am
But the road is wearier
        F
With that fool found in your place

Am      G       F
And no man is an island, oh this I 
know
        Am
But can't you see, oh?
        G       F
Maybe you were the ocean, when I was
 just a stone

F
So here we are

( Am  F  Am )
( F  Am  F )

Am      G
And I don't wanna beg your pardon
        F
And I don't wanna ask you why

But if I was to go my own way

Would I have to pass you by?