Travellers Tales

[INTRO:] C      F   Dm7   C      

F   Dm  G

[VERSE 1:]
C                                 
Each Sunday morning's the same as 
          F
the one before
       Dm                          
That's something that means more 
  C
and more
   G          F             
To me, as the years turn into 
  C
rituals
   G        F                 
To me  -  I like the peace, the 
                         C         
peace that at home can bring
 F   Dm  G



[VERSE 2:]
    C                              
The grey skies of London could tell
           F
 a tale or two
Dm                 C
And maybe some are true
      G        F              C
While some are fables from forgotten
 times
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      G            F              
While some  -  are dreams snatched
           C       ~ ~ Am
 from thin air


[BRIDGE:]
               G         Am
What are these stories?
               G       Am
But travellers tales
                         G         
While the household lies sleeping
 F

                   Am
I'll set my sails
           G        Am
Tales of adventure
            D     F
Fortune and fame
              C        G
Heartache and romance

Of pride and of shame


[VERSE 3:]
C                                 
Time waits for no man, no man can 
          F
turn back time
    Dm                     C
I'm guilty of the crime of trying
   G         F                 C
To hold onto days so long gone now
   G             F                 
To hold  -  onto love that has now 
C
flown


[OUTRO:] C    F   Dm   C       F   
Dm   C       F   Dm   C       F   Dm
         C                         
         Each Sunday morning's the 
                  F
same as the one before