Sleeping at Last – North (Ukulele)

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Intro: G C G G C G Em C G C G Em C G
         G         C          G
we will call this place our home,

         G         C          G
the dirt in which our roots may grow.

        Em         C          G
though the storms will push and pull,

       Em          C         G
we will call this place our home.

                  G    C          G
we?ll tell our stories on these walls.

       G       C          G
every year, measure how tall.

           Em     C      G
and just like a work of art,

                 Em    C         G
we?ll tell our stories on these walls.

         C          Em       G        D
let the years we?re here be kind, be kind.

        C             Em          G          D
let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide.

            Em         D         C          G
settle our bones like wood over time, over time.

          Em            C              G
give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.

           G       C       G
a little broken, a little new.

             G    C        G
we are the impact and the glue.

    Em          C        G
capable of more than we know,

              Em    C     G
we call this fixer upper home.

           G         C     G
with each year, our color fades.

   G          C          G
slowly, our paint chips away.

             Em        C
but we will find the strength

        G         D
and the nerve it takes

     Em          C            G     D
to repaint and repaint and repaint every day.

         C          Em       G        D
let the years we?re here be kind, be kind.

        C             Em          G          D
let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide.

            Em         D         C          G
settle our bones like wood over time, over time.

          Em            C              G
give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.

         C          Em       G        D
let the years we?re here be kind, be kind.

        C             Em          G          D
let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide.

            Em         D         C          G
settle our bones like wood over time, over time.

          Em            C              G
give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.

          Em            C              G
give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.

         G        C       G
smaller than dust on this map

          G         C      G
lies the greatest thing we have:

              Em       C         G
the dirt in which our roots may grow

         Em        C       G
and the right to call it home.