Am G F G

[Vers 1]
(soft picking)
    Am              G          F               G
The fairest way for any man to have his own
    Am            G            F        G
Is forty years of undisturbed work
    Am                 G             F         G
And while the rest are buried under stone
Am                     G          F       G
When do you want to go off on our own?

[Instrumental] x2
Am G F G

[Vers 2]
Am               G                  F               G
Rolling towns of pastures green and mountainsides
   Am               G                     F             G
Reflected light off winding streams that run for miles
   Am              G             F     G
I wanted to try my hand but I am old
    Am                        G            F    G
And now it's too late, you'll never get to go

[Instrumental] x2
Am G F G

[Vers 3]
(strumming)
Am          G          F       G
Finding the path to be taken
    Am          G        F      G
Was forced by a desperate ruler
     Am          G            F       G
Who gave mostly hardships and earful news
    Am              G            F     G
But thought himself generous and fair

[Vers 4]
(harder picking)
Am        G         F        G
Lay me besi--de the mountain
       Am        G          F     G
Whose shelter inci--tes the moon
    Am            G              F        G
But who dares disturb those that rest nearby
    Am          G        F       G
The mountain?