Biografia:
Devon Sproule (born 23 April 1982, in Kingston, Ontario) is a Canadian folk-blues musician based for many years in Charlottesville, Virginia, and latterly in Berlin, Germany. She released her first album when she was 16. In 2009 she shared the prestigious ASCAP Foundation Sammy Cahn Award with Oren Lavie. She married American singer-songwriter Paul Curreri in 2005.
A talented singer and songwriter, Sproule began her musical career when she was still an innocent-eyed child.
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Capo 8th
C
There are thick stars up above
Am
Where the trees part themselves
Em
Thick dust among many
G
Corks lined up on the shelf
C Am Em G
And bats in the attic we share, we share
C
There is smoke to kill mosquitoes
Am
Waiting just above to drink our blood
Em
And gas in a lamp that we light
G
When the sun goes down
C Am
My love wakes shaking with nightmare
Em G
And the night air pulls in close around
Am F
Come revenant, come, come ye gentle host,
C G
To my patient hip and across our sleeping coasts.
Am F
Lay down your mantle, shot through with gold,
C G
That we may lie again, here in sweet repose.
C Am
Rest your arms down around the oars now
Em G
And hear how the night continues on alive and well.
C Am
When how rare the bird, how still the wind!
Em G
And we still within it sigh and shift and turn,
saying,
C
Sleep she comes to steal the ones who
Am
Fill their glass and leave the rest,
Em
Whose teeth get brushed, who eat enough,
G
And who know how to treat their friends.
C Am
How long this night seems with
Em G
No sign of a bright dream to guide us toward the day,
Am G
....to guide us toward the day.
Am F
Come revenant, come, come ye gentle host.
C G
To my patient hip and across our sleeping coasts.
Am F
Lay down your mantle, shot through with gold,
C G Am
That we may lie again, here in sweet repose, ah sweet.
Capo 8th
C
There are thick stars up above
Am
Where the trees part themselves
Em
Thick dust among many
G
Corks lined up on the shelf
C Am Em G
And bats in the attic we share, we share
C
There is smoke to kill mosquitoes
Am
Waiting just above to drink our blood
Em
And gas in a lamp that we light
G
When the sun goes down
C Am
My love wakes shaking with nightmare
Em G
And the night air pulls in close around
Am F
Come revenant, come, come ye gentle host,
C G
To my patient hip and across our sleeping coasts.
Am F
Lay down your mantle, shot through with gold,
C G
That we may lie again, here in sweet repose.
C Am
Rest your arms down around the oars now
Em G
And hear how the night continues on alive and well.
C Am
When how rare the bird, how still the wind!
Em G
And we still within it sigh and shift and turn,
saying,
C
Sleep she comes to steal the ones who
Am
Fill their glass and leave the rest,
Em
Whose teeth get brushed, who eat enough,
G
And who know how to treat their friends.
C Am
How long this night seems with
Em G
No sign of a bright dream to guide us toward the day,
Am G
....to guide us toward the day.
Am F
Come revenant, come, come ye gentle host.
C G
To my patient hip and across our sleeping coasts.
Am F
Lay down your mantle, shot through with gold,
C G Am
That we may lie again, here in sweet repose, ah sweet.
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