Black Flies Tab de uke por Ben Howard (Acordes Barítonos)

#A simple version.

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

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

                      Am
Black flies on the windowsill 
Am
That we are 


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