Still Believing --- Thom Moore

Thom called this "a pagan anthem."

[D]Night owns my [Dmaj7]white bones, but
[G]What’s left is [A7]still saying
[D]Strange prayers in [Dmaj7]high places.
[G]Wild airs with [A7]wilder graces,
[D]Birds fly with [Dmaj7]no motion,
[G]What draws me, [A7]draws the ocean. 

          [D]Down on my knees again
          [Dmaj7]Still believing,
          [G]In the time of [A7]reason no more.
          [D]Down on my knees again,
          [Dmaj7]Still believing,
          [G]Peace of mind is [A7]worth any chore. 

[D]Great dreams and [Dmaj7]laid schemes
Just [G]blown down by [A7]high winds.
And [D]strong signs from [Dmaj7]old forces,
[G]Wild dogs run [A7]trackless courses.
[D]Night changes [Dmaj7]sweet mountain,
[G]Vain hopes need [A7]cold fountains. 

          [D]Down on my knees again
          [Dmaj7]Still believing,
          [G]In the time of [A7]reason no more.
          [D]Down on my knees again,
          [Dmaj7]Still believing,
          [G]Peace of mind is [A7]worth any chore. 

[D]Night owns my [Dmaj7]white bones, but
[G]What’s left is [A7]still saying
[D]Strange prayers in [Dmaj7]high places.
[G]Wild airs with [A7]wilder graces,
[D]Birds fly with [Dmaj7]no motion,
[G]What draws me, [A7]draws the ocean. 

          [D]Down on my knees again
          [Dmaj7]Still believing,
          [G]In the time of [A7]reason no more.
          [D]Down on my knees again,
          [Dmaj7]Still believing,
          [G]Peace of mind is [A7]worth any chore.

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