CmLed through the mist, A#by the milk-light Fmof
CmAll that G7was Cmlost is G7revealed
CmOur long bygone burdens, A#mere echoes of G#the
G#But where have we Cmcome, and where shall G#we
FmIf dreams Cmcan't come true, Fmthen why Gnot
GaugOh, how Cmaj7the gentle C#dim7wind
Dm7Beckons through the G7leaves
Cmaj7As E7autumn Fmaj7colors A7fall
Cmaj7Of golden A7memories
Dm7The loveliest G7lies of Cmaj7all