E A
I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream.
E A
I can tell by the mark he left you were in his dream
Em7 Am7
Ah, child of countless trees.
Em7 Am7
Ah, child of boundless seas
Fm A
What you are; what you’re meant to be
Fm A
Speaks his name, though you were born to me
Fm E
Born to me, Cassidy
Lost now on the country miles in his Cadillac
I can tell by the way you smile, he is rolling back
Come wash the nightime clean.
Come grow the scorched ground green.
Blow the horn, tap the tambourine.
Close the gap of the dark years in between
You and me, Cassidy.
A E
Quick beats in an icy heart
A E
Catch-colt draws a coffin cart
A E
There he goes and how here she starts
E B
Hear her cry
F#m7 – E – B
Flight of the sea-birds
F#m7 – E – B
Scattered like the lost words
B A E
Wheel to the storm and fly
Bridge: E A E A
Em7 Am Em7 Am
F#m A F#m A E
E A
Faring thee well, now let your life proceed by it’s own design
E A
Nothing to tell now, let the words be yours, I’m done with mine.
E A
Faring thee well now, let you life proceed by it’s own design
E A
Faring the well now, let the words be yours I’m done with mine
Song ends with a jam in E
I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream.
E A
I can tell by the mark he left you were in his dream
Em7 Am7
Ah, child of countless trees.
Em7 Am7
Ah, child of boundless seas
Fm A
What you are; what you’re meant to be
Fm A
Speaks his name, though you were born to me
Fm E
Born to me, Cassidy
Lost now on the country miles in his Cadillac
I can tell by the way you smile, he is rolling back
Come wash the nightime clean.
Come grow the scorched ground green.
Blow the horn, tap the tambourine.
Close the gap of the dark years in between
You and me, Cassidy.
A E
Quick beats in an icy heart
A E
Catch-colt draws a coffin cart
A E
There he goes and how here she starts
E B
Hear her cry
F#m7 – E – B
Flight of the sea-birds
F#m7 – E – B
Scattered like the lost words
B A E
Wheel to the storm and fly
Bridge: E A E A
Em7 Am Em7 Am
F#m A F#m A E
E A
Faring thee well, now let your life proceed by it’s own design
E A
Nothing to tell now, let the words be yours, I’m done with mine.
E A
Faring thee well now, let you life proceed by it’s own design
E A
Faring the well now, let the words be yours I’m done with mine
Song ends with a jam in E
