Capo 8th fret

Standard (EADGBE)

 There are thick stars up above

 Where the trees part themselves

Thick dust among many

Corks lined up on the shelf

 And bats in the attic we share, we share

 There is smoke to kill mosquitoes

 Waiting just above to drink our blood

 And gas in a lamp that we light

 When the sun goes down

 My love wakes shaking with nightmare

 And the night air pulls in close around

 Come revenant, come, come ye gentle host,

 To my patient hip and across our sleeping coasts.

 Lay down your mantle, shot through with gold,

 That we may lie again, here in sweet repose.

Rest your arms down around the oars now

 And hear how the night continues on alive and well.

 When how rare the bird, how still the wind!

 And we still within it sigh and shift and turn,

saying,

Sleep she comes to steal the ones who

Fill their glass and leave the rest,

 Whose teeth get brushed, who eat enough,

 And who know how to treat their friends.

How long this night seems with

 No sign of a bright dream to guide us toward the day,

....to guide us toward the day.

 Come revenant, come, come ye gentle host.

 To my patient hip and across our sleeping coasts.

 Lay down your mantle, shot through with gold,

 That we may lie again, here in sweet repose, ah sweet.