The Rise

C all the riders on the rise Fmaj7 circlers from every side all the riders on the rise circlers from every side Am eyes up! G light floods around in a yellow shadow after night comes down in a grand fall ( ? ) in a dull dumb swipe . and alls white . C fire painting on the pines Fmaj7 and hawks above the timber - line water weeping from the ice water weeping from the ice Am heat is lost G winter rocks into a lonely boxwood grove and quiet snowfall smothers all of the lawns where the ladies coughed and cried , Fmaj7 G "i don’t want to be there when it’s time!" C the dying stag is on his side Fmaj7 the dying stag is on his side the wind is beating through the briers the wind is beating through the briers the dying stag is on his side the dying stag is on his side the wind is beating through the briers the wind is beating through the briers Am waves on the graves of the saints G dull grey as the sea pushes land away dull ache when you wake grey smoke shows the way you walk down by when its time Fmaj7 G i don’t want to be there when it’s time Em to go down , down F i don’t want to go down there alone down down i don’t want to go down there alone Em F down down down down down down down down down down down down down down down down ooh