Capo 1st fret

Standard (EADGBE)

Unruly type of sun,

willing to spare no one

From the plains up to the peaks

 This heat's stealing faith from the weak

 Amidst the burning breeze

 from the ground up through the trees

 I hear the birds complain

 about the lack of the rain

And it's not the same life

 here the morning's like a knife

 and the river's been bone dry

 where the day is not fond of light

Glory to the night

Shade has been hard to find

From the plains up to the peaks

This heat's stealing faith from the weak

Amidst the burning breeze

From the ground up through the trees

I hear the birds complain about the lack of the rain

It's bearing down on me

no clouds in the sky

I hear the pines crack and cry

"There's no reason to try."

And it's not the same life

here the morning's like a knife

and the river's been bone dry

where the day is not fond of light.

It's bearing down on me

no clouds in the sky

I hear the pines crack and cry

"There's no reason to try."