Stone On Stone Chords & Lyrics - Gordon Bok
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[INTRO]
[Bm] [F#7] [Bm]
[VERSE]
Now that autumn is re[Em]turning and the [Bm]garden fires are [Em]burning
And the [Bm]summer beasts are [F#7]learning how to [Bm]cope with shorter [F#7]days
There I [Em]labour all a[F#7]lone, piling [Bm]stone upon the [Em]stone
Feeling [D]just a touch of [A]sadness as the [D]summer slips a[F#7]way
As I [Bm]roll the stone u[F#7]pon the [Bm]stone
[VERSE]
Working in the frosty [Em]weather when the [Bm]stones are stuck to[Em]gether
Lifting [Bm]divots, soil and [F#7]heather as I [Bm]prise them from the [F#7]ground
Not a [Em]lot of work gets [F#7]done, till the [Bm]weak and wintry [Em]sun
Loosens [D]up their icy [A]grip and I can [D]lay me hammer [F#7]down
As I [Bm]roll the stone u[F#7]pon the [Bm]stone
[VERSE]
The barometer is [Em]falling and the [Bm]forecast is ap[Em]palling
And the [Bm]working folk are [F#7]crawling through the [Bm]January [F#7]storm
Gales [Em]8 to 10 all [F#7]day, all but [Bm]blow the stones a[Em]way
And my [D]brain has turned to [A]porridge by the [D]time I head for [F#7]home
As I [Bm]roll the stone u[F#7]pon the [Bm]stone
[VERSE]
Now the winter gales are [Em]ending and the [Bm]days are soon ex[Em]tending
And an [Bm]early lark as[F#7]cending, has me [Bm]looking round for [F#7]spring
Stones [Em]taken from the [F#7]land are [Bm]warm under the [Em]hand
And my [D]cup is running [A]over with the [D]pleasure of the [F#7]thing
As I [Bm]roll the stone u[F#7]pon the [Bm]stone
[VERSE]
Soon the wall is moving [Em]over belts of [Bm]willow, herb and [Em]clover
And the [Bm]weasel and the [F#7]plover watch me [Bm]slowly pass them [F#7]by
And the [Em]air is full of [F#7]wings, as a [Bm]million stinging [Em]things
Set me [D]longing for No[A]vember in the [D]middle of Ju[F#7]ly
As I [Bm]roll the stone u[F#7]pon the [Bm]stone
[Bm] [F#7] [Bm]
[VERSE]
Now that autumn is re[Em]turning and the [Bm]garden fires are [Em]burning
And the [Bm]summer beasts are [F#7]learning how to [Bm]cope with shorter [F#7]days
There I [Em]labour all a[F#7]lone, piling [Bm]stone upon the [Em]stone
Feeling [D]just a touch of [A]sadness as the [D]summer slips a[F#7]way
As I [Bm]roll the stone u[F#7]pon the [Bm]stone
[VERSE]
Working in the frosty [Em]weather when the [Bm]stones are stuck to[Em]gether
Lifting [Bm]divots, soil and [F#7]heather as I [Bm]prise them from the [F#7]ground
Not a [Em]lot of work gets [F#7]done, till the [Bm]weak and wintry [Em]sun
Loosens [D]up their icy [A]grip and I can [D]lay me hammer [F#7]down
As I [Bm]roll the stone u[F#7]pon the [Bm]stone
[VERSE]
The barometer is [Em]falling and the [Bm]forecast is ap[Em]palling
And the [Bm]working folk are [F#7]crawling through the [Bm]January [F#7]storm
Gales [Em]8 to 10 all [F#7]day, all but [Bm]blow the stones a[Em]way
And my [D]brain has turned to [A]porridge by the [D]time I head for [F#7]home
As I [Bm]roll the stone u[F#7]pon the [Bm]stone
[VERSE]
Now the winter gales are [Em]ending and the [Bm]days are soon ex[Em]tending
And an [Bm]early lark as[F#7]cending, has me [Bm]looking round for [F#7]spring
Stones [Em]taken from the [F#7]land are [Bm]warm under the [Em]hand
And my [D]cup is running [A]over with the [D]pleasure of the [F#7]thing
As I [Bm]roll the stone u[F#7]pon the [Bm]stone
[VERSE]
Soon the wall is moving [Em]over belts of [Bm]willow, herb and [Em]clover
And the [Bm]weasel and the [F#7]plover watch me [Bm]slowly pass them [F#7]by
And the [Em]air is full of [F#7]wings, as a [Bm]million stinging [Em]things
Set me [D]longing for No[A]vember in the [D]middle of Ju[F#7]ly
As I [Bm]roll the stone u[F#7]pon the [Bm]stone
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