Ane Brun – The Treehouse Song (Ukulele)

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Beautiful song by norweigan artist Ane Brun. For strumming pattern, watch this video of Ane playing the song: http://www.faceculture.tv/index.php?cnti_key=11749171
Em
When I woke

                          G
I took the backdoor to my mind

Em
and then I spoke

                                     G
I counted all of the good things you are

Am 
and that list of charms was

C                              Bmaj7
longer than my chain of broken hearts

Am 
and when the day was done

C                       Bmaj7
I figured I had already lost

         A                D      D7 D7sus4
from the start,  from the start

G
I was gonna love you till the end of all daytime

C                                                                                        
and I was gonna keep all our secret signs and our lullabies

A                                                D  D7
  I was made to believe that our love would grow old

G
we were gonna live in a treehouse and make babies

C
and we were gonna bury our ex-lovers and their ghosts

A                      D  D7  D7sus4 
  baby we were made of gold

Em
so many times

                          G
we drank fine wine in one swallow

Em
and in those late nights

                            G
we painted our walls bright yellow

Am 
and that list of charms was

C                              Bmaj7
longer than my chain of broken hearts

Am 
and when the day was done

C                       Bmaj7
I figured I had already lost

         A                D      D7 D7sus4
from the start,  from the start

G
I was gonna love you till the end of all daytime

C                                                                                        
and I was gonna keep all our secret signs and our lullabies

A                                                D  D7
  I was made to believe that our love would grow old

G
we were gonna live in a treehouse and make babies

C
and we were gonna bury our ex-lovers and their ghosts

A                      D  D7  D7sus4 
  baby we were made of gold