[Intro] Am
Am Am
The moon holds the light
Am
And the moon's this spinning globe
Am
Shedding light upon the road
Am Am
The bird won't fly
Am Am
And a bird without its wings is a low and tragic thing
F
We are ghosts
C
We are ghosts amongst these hills
G
From the trees of velvet green
D
To the ground beneath our feet
F
We are ghosts
C
We are ghosts amongst these hills
G
Pressing out along the shore
D Am
Pressing out along the shore
Am Am
The mountain song
Am Am
Matters not the thoughts of thirds
Am Am
Matters only to be heard
Am Am
And though I'm gone
Am
I will come again in Spring
Am
When the harvest can begin
F
We are ghosts
C
We are ghosts amongst these hills
G
From the trees of velvet green
D
To the ground beneath our feet
F
We are ghosts
C
We are ghosts amongst these hills
G
Pressing out along the shore
D
Pressing out along the shore
[Final] F C G
