* = one strum


[Intro]
   


[Verse]

Let me sleep
     
I am tired of 

my grief
              
and I would li

   
ke you
            
to love me, to

            
 love me, to l

 
ove me
            
This is the ni

              
ght when these

       
 woods sigh

come with me
          
There are peop

le who cannot 

speak
             
without smilin

     
g
             
They would tak

              
e me from your

       
 hand
              
or they would 

             
try, they woul

  
d try
            
This is the mu

              
rmur of the la

        
nd
            
This is the so

              
und of love's 


marching band
             
And how they h

             
old you like a

   
 gun
            
and how I sing

              
 you like a so


ng
        
I heard when I

 was young

and buried for

 a night like 

this

[Outro]
   
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