Passing Afternoon

           C                   D  
There are times that walk from you
            G        C
 like some passing afternoon
G                  D          C 
Summer warmed the open window of
        D
 her honeymoon
          C              D        
And she chose a yard to burn, but 
      G              C
the ground remembers her
G                     D          
Wooden spoons, her children stir 
         C         D
her bougainvillea blooms

            C               D  
There are things that drift away 
            G                C
like our endless, numbered days
G                 D              
Autumn blew the quilt right off 
     C             D
the perfect bed she made
            C          D          
And she's chosen to believe in the
  G                C
 hymns her mother sings
Continúa después del anuncio
G                   D            
Sunday pulls its children from 
     C               D
their piles of fallen leaves

             C                D   
There are sailing ships that pass 
          G            C
all our bodies in the grass
G                       D        
Springtime calls her children 
        C              D
'till she lets them go at last
            C             D       
And she's chosen where to be, 
          G               C
though she's lost her wedding ring
G                      D         
Somewhere near her misplaced jar 
        C         D
of bougainvillea seeds

             C              D     
There are things we can't recall, 
          G                  C
blind as night that finds us all
G                   D            
Winter tucks her children in, her
   C            D
 fragile china dolls
         C             D          
But my hands remember hers, 
    G                C
rolling 'round the shaded ferns
G                  D             
Naked arms, her secrets still 
   C                D
like songs I'd never learned

            C               D     
There are names across the sea, 
    G         C
only now I do believe
G                      D         
Sometimes, with the windows 
          C               D
closed, she'll sit and think of me
             C                  D 
But she'll mend his tattered 
                G              C
clothes and they'll kiss as if they 
know
G                 D              
A baby sleeps in all our bones, 
    C           D
so scared to be alone