Chords for Foy Vance - "Closed Hand, Full of Friends" (Live from Bushmills Distillery)

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_ _ _ The scenery's _ _ changing _ and it _ warms my soul
_ I'm 200 miles down and a long way yet to go _
So _ get your boots on _ _ and you walk in cold
_ _ We'll together leave our footprints set upon the virgin snow
_ _ _ That ancient _ sunrise _ _ _ soon to set
_ _ _ _ [Bb] We'll be left here [Cm] pondering on the [Ab] things which we can't [Eb] depend _
So _ _ let's start _ over _ with no _ means to an end
_ _ [Bb] Just a [Eb] low and arid [Cm] hope and a [Ab] closed heart for [Eb] the _ friends
[Ab] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
Yeah, well, London was alright but I was dead in the water
[Bb] Could've seen it slide, I [Eb] could've kneeled and talked her
All I wanted was to tear it right down to the [Bb] ground
[Cm] But I'm [Eb] feeling alright [Bb] now
[Eb] Yeah, I'm feeling _ alright _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Well, every _ [Cm] morning [Ab] _ when the call [Eb] _ is on _ _ _
And I [Ebm] rediscover that colour [Cm] in your [Ab] eyes and it's [Eb] golden and bronze
_ Oh, and in the middle of the night _ we'll get the _ _ candles [Cm] going _ _
With [Bb] the [Eb] recitations [Cm] of the parish [Ab] folks popping [Eb] on our _ songs
[Ab] _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ Yeah, well, London was alright but I was dead in the water
Couldn't see it slide, I could've kneeled and talked her
All I wanted [Ab] was to tear it right [Cm] down [Bb] to the ground
And they sang [Cm] from the [Eb] feeding of this culture
[Bb] And hiding away [Cm] my [Eb] morals and devotion
All they wanted was to tear it right down to [Bb] the ground
I'm [Eb] _ feeling alright [Bb] now _
[Cm] Yeah, I'm [Eb] feeling _ alright
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_ _ _ _ And the recitations of the parish folks
And the building of the bars and the locked tables
I will find my means to an end
With the knowing, I had hope and closed on full friends
And the recitations of the parish folks
And the building of the bars and the locked tables
I will find my means to an end
With the Lord out of hope, and the closed-time footprints, and the recitations of the Pops
Boys, [Ab] and the [Bb] building of the [Eb] bars and the locked tables, [Ab] I will [Eb] find my peace today.
With [Fm] the Lord out of hope, [Eb] and the closed-time footprints, and the recitations of the Pops
Boys, [Bb] and the building of [Eb] the bars and the locked tables, [Ab] I will [Eb] find my peace today.
With [Ab] the Lord out of hope, [Cm] and the closed [Eb]-time footprints. _ _ _
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