Cold Days Of February (CHORDS) by Lynched
[Verse 1]~
~D ~G ~A
As I beside some winter's fire
~Em ~D ~G
Sat writing words strange and steady
~D ~G ~A
Amongst my own internal choir
~Em ~D ~G
Came voices to my mind unready
~F#m ~G ~A ~Bm
Of those who died on either side
~Em ~D ~G ~A
While friends cry o'er their bones unburied
~D ~G ~A
Go sighing through the north east winds
~Em ~D ~G
These cold days of February
[Verse 2]~
~D ~G ~A
Some clerk with papers and his pen
~Em ~D ~G
Some banker with his poison pity
~D ~G ~A
Some captain careless of his men
~Em ~D ~G
These fan the flames that maim the cities
~F#m ~G ~A ~Bm
And bigots in the name of Christ
~Em ~D ~G ~A
By thorny paths obscure and muddy
~D ~G ~A
Can fear to roam through years of cold
~Em ~D ~G
Bewailing how their hands are bloody
[Verse 3]~
~D ~G ~A
Whether they were from here or there
~Em ~D ~G
Their race and place I would not be heeding
~D ~G ~A
The men who caused such bitterness
~Em ~D ~G
If hearts they have let their hearts be bleeding
~F#m ~G ~A ~Bm
Who neither for age nor the young child
~Em ~D ~G ~A
Would turn the shot of the arms they carried
~D ~G ~A
Go bear the guilt a weary ways
~Em ~D ~G
For the cold days of February
~D ~G ~A
As I beside some winter's fire
~Em ~D ~G
Sat writing words strange and steady
~D ~G ~A
Amongst my own internal choir
~Em ~D ~G
Came voices to my mind unready
~F#m ~G ~A ~Bm
Of those who died on either side
~Em ~D ~G ~A
While friends cry o'er their bones unburied
~D ~G ~A
Go sighing through the north east winds
~Em ~D ~G
These cold days of February
[Verse 2]~
~D ~G ~A
Some clerk with papers and his pen
~Em ~D ~G
Some banker with his poison pity
~D ~G ~A
Some captain careless of his men
~Em ~D ~G
These fan the flames that maim the cities
~F#m ~G ~A ~Bm
And bigots in the name of Christ
~Em ~D ~G ~A
By thorny paths obscure and muddy
~D ~G ~A
Can fear to roam through years of cold
~Em ~D ~G
Bewailing how their hands are bloody
[Verse 3]~
~D ~G ~A
Whether they were from here or there
~Em ~D ~G
Their race and place I would not be heeding
~D ~G ~A
The men who caused such bitterness
~Em ~D ~G
If hearts they have let their hearts be bleeding
~F#m ~G ~A ~Bm
Who neither for age nor the young child
~Em ~D ~G ~A
Would turn the shot of the arms they carried
~D ~G ~A
Go bear the guilt a weary ways
~Em ~D ~G
For the cold days of February