| In the shadow of the old north church I courted her
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| While the pigeons and the gargoyles perched she sang
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| Is there anyone who’s seen those eyes dismissing her?
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| Is there anyone who’s lips she’s kissed complained?
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| Seven months and seven wonders, seven roads of rain and thunder
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| Seven hills of lamplight gleaming, seven turns toward where you’re
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| dreaming
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| Oh, to be back with you
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| On a mission of the crossroad palms, simplicity
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| Could function as a fine first prize for pain
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| But picking up the breadcrumb clues efficienctly
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| Will light me up a new days dawn, but strange
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| In the shadow of the old north church I courted her
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| In the clanging of the cast iron bell, her face
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| While the shadows of the hil<op shop distorted her
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| I tumbled on my pride, pitfall from grace
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| Lots of time to think it over, lots of pain to claim and shoulder
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| I was wrong, I don’t deny it
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| Please forgive me, would you try it
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| Oh, to be back with you
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| Oh, to be back with you
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| The Dm at the beginning, as well as throughout the song can be
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| supplemented by changing the note played on the 6th (highest) string.
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| That is:
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| Dm G Dm7 (so you don’t have to look it up)
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| Lyrics supplied by Mike Berry.
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| A<ernative version (supplied by «MoonMan»):
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| capo on 3rd fret…
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| walk down to <~~~ play twice
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| In the shadow of the old norh church
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| I courted her,
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| While the pigeons and the gargoyles perched
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| she sang.
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| Is there anyone who’s seen those eyes
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| dismissing her?
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| Is there anyone whose lips she’s kissed complained?
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| Chorus: (play like intro)
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| Seven months and seven wonders,
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| Seven roads of the rain and thunder,
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| Seven hills of lamplight gleaming,
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| Seven turns towards where you’re dreaming,
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| Oh, to be back with you.
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| On a mission of the crossroad palms
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| Could function as a fine first prize for pain,
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| But picking up the bread crumb clues
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| Will light me up a new day’s dawn,
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| but strange.
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| In the shadow of the old north church
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| I courted her,
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| In the clanging of the cast iron bells,
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| her face;
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| While windows of the hil<op shop
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| distorted her,
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| I tumbled on my pride pitfall from grace.
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| Seven months and seven wonders,
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| Seven roads of rain and thunder,
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| Seven hills of lamplight gleaming,
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| Seven turns towards where you’re dreaming,
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| Lots of time to think it over,
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| Lots of blame to claim and shoulder,
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| I was wrong, I don’t deny it,
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| Please forgive me, would you try it?
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| Oh, to be back with you,
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| Oh, to be back with you. |