Black Flies taby ukulele według Ben Howard (Chwyty barytonu)

#A simple version.

                      Fm
Black flies on the windowsill
Fm 
That we are 
Fm
That we are
Fm              C#
That we are to know 
C#                     Fm
Winter stole summer's thrill 
                      C#
And the river's cracked and cold 
               Fm
See the sky is no man's land 
            C#
A darkened plume to stay 
                   Fm
Hope here needs a humble hand 
           C#
Not a fox found in your place 

Fm              G#            C#
No man is an island, this I know
                   Fm 
But can't you see? 
Fm                 G#                        C#
Maybe you were the ocean when I was just a stone

                      Fm
Black flies on the windowsill 
Fm
That we are 


Fm
That we are 
Fm              C#
That we are to hold
C#                Fm
Comfort came against my will 
                 C#
And every story must grow old
                Fm
Still I'll be a traveller 
           C#
A gypsy's reins to face 
                Fm
But the road is wearier 
                 C#
With that fool found in your place 
Fm              G#            C#
No man is an island, this I know
                   Fm 
But can't you see? 
Fm                 G#                        C#
Maybe you were the ocean when I was just a stone