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Capo 8th


            C
There are thick stars up above
           Am
Where the trees part themselves
Em
Thick dust among many
G
Corks lined up on the shelf
       C                  Am           Em   G
And bats in the attic we share, we share

             C
There is smoke to kill mosquitoes
            Am
Waiting just above to drink our blood
       Em
And gas in a lamp that we light
                    G
When the sun goes down 
                 C                 Am
My love wakes shaking with nightmare
               Em                     G
And the night air pulls in close around

          Am                        F   
Come revenant, come, come ye gentle host,
              C                           G
To my patient hip and across our sleeping coasts.
              Am                        F
Lay down your mantle, shot through with gold,
                 C                     G
That we may lie again, here in sweet repose.

C                              Am
Rest your arms down around the oars now 
                 Em                           G
And hear how the night continues on alive and well.
         C                            Am
When how rare the bird, how still the wind!
                 Em                       G
And we still within it sigh and shift and turn, 
saying,

C
Sleep she comes to steal the ones who 
Am
Fill their glass and leave the rest, 
      Em
Whose teeth get brushed, who eat enough,
             G                    
And who know how to treat their friends.
C                     Am
How long this night seems with
              Em                                 G                     
No sign of a bright dream to guide us toward the day, 
Am                         G
....to guide us toward the day.

           Am                       F
Come revenant, come, come ye gentle host.
              C                            G
To my patient hip and across our sleeping coasts.
              Am                        F
Lay down your mantle, shot through with gold,
                   C                     G        Am
That we may lie again, here in sweet repose, ah sweet.