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 let's 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       G
so scared to be alone...(ooh ..one)