Diamond to North Wind
F Am C G It was the best of life, All that was meant to be Diamonds for the world to see, She's stuck in a cabin near the woods Such a lady like that, a friend, With such long hair, Hangin down to her knees, without a care, She... Stood with bare feet on the stone, The poor moon hangs above, Against the hill it waits, The boy anticipates, Such a boy to think beyond her grave, Gentle cry brave is stripped away, Search for her, Sharp as a knife, Weeping ash, Don't fight for no good, Where ever you find yourself, A door in the yard, Searching for yourself, Dreaming not to be, Waiting with the window light, Guiding every step, Glimmer with shapes alone, Like the wind when it's waking up. A work in progress, all rights reserved (C) 2012 John Canales