Ashfields And Brine

Am

[Verse]
      G             D          G            Am
Maybe ashfields and brine will grow flowers rare
         C          D         F            C    F
Time and sweet colombine will brighten the air
                  Dm7      G              Em
And all of the sorrows and tears you have known
        F           Dm7         C   G/B     Am
Will be cinders and sea where a blossom has grown
         Bb            G        Am
Far from ashfields and brine

[Verse]
            D             G            Am
Turn to the north wind's, cold in your face
C              D      F             C
Ask and you'll find a calm peaceful place
  F             Dm7          G         Em    F
A clear-running stream and a forest of pine
              Dm7           C  G/B      Am
A morning for dreams and an evening for wine
         Bb            G
Far from ashfields and brine

[Verse]
Am            D      G                Am    C
Come when the autumn burns through my land
            D          F            C
And let its flame feel warm to your hand
F          Dm7            G            Em
Stay by my side while the winter comes on
F                    Dm7             C   G/B      Am
You may leave in the spring when the memories are gone
       Bb            G        Am
Of the ashfields and brine

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             D       G            Am    C
Love all the summer, carefree and warm
             D           F         C      F
Heed now the calm of the gathering storm
           Dm7       G               Em
Barren and bitter my last years will be
         F            Dm7          C G/B        Am
From the smoke of the fire and the spray of the sea
        Bb            G
Leaving ashfields and brine

[Verse]
Am            D          G            Am
Ashfields and brine will grow flowers rare
         C          D         F            C    F
Time and sweet colombine will brighten the air
                  Dm7      G            Em
And all of the sorrows and tears I have known
        F           Dm7           C   G/B  Am
Will be cinders and sea where our blossoms grow
         Bb            G
Far from ashfields and brine