Misc Originals – Conor Pelan - Peasant Man Of Love (Guitar)

C               E7
How long must I stand at your gate

Am              Am7          F
While all these reasons come burden this fate

C                             E7
If water could be logic would plunge in its depths

         Am          Am7          Dm7
And then rise to the surface in a lack of regret

C
But will raise a fist and raise this glass

     E7
Forget the sorrows of every past

     Am          Am7            G
Just fall like a peasant man of love

C                 E7
How long must the blackbird sing

      Am              Am7       F
While waiting at your porch for olden flings

   C                     E7
If lights a tunnel would follow it through

             Am        Am7
But of these empty old beams

                Dm7
What would they stream for you

        C                                  E7
So will raise this glass and raise a fist, picture the hatred that once was kissed

    Am          Am7            G
And fall like a peasant man of love

F    C     F       C
Tell me my brother machine

F               C         F               C
You ain’t got a heart, no you ain’t got a team

           Am
You always fall like the eye of darkness collides

    G           F                 C
The timber that grows inside this soul

          Am            G          F                 C
And these words used of wisdom are words we’ll never know

     Am                G
Been looking into this mirror

    F              C
And falling into a dream

       Am               G
Always using word salvation

          F                C
But this words will never know

                 G
What it really means

C                 E7
How long must the sad lady think?

Am            Am7      F
Empathies for her is a pain that always stings

    C                            E7
Can see her in the night-time as blind as a bat,

    Am                Am7         F
Her mind it roams and wanders and leaps like a cat

         C                                    E7                 
Yes will raise a fist and raise our souls and see her sadness and the life goal

Am                  Am7       G
That punctures this armour of hate

F    C     F       C
Tell me my brother machine

F               C         F               C
You ain’t got a heart, no you ain’t got a team

           Am
You always fall like the eye of darkness collides

    G           F                 C
The timber that grows inside this soul

          Am            G          F                 C
And these words used of wisdom are words we’ll never know

     Am                G
Been looking into this mirror

    F              C
And falling into a dream

       Am               G
Always using word salvation

          F                C
But this words will never know

                 G
What it really means