[Intro] Am

     Am             Am
The moon holds the light
Am
And the moon's this spinning globe
         Am
Shedding light upon the road
Am               Am
The bird won't fly
Am                           Am
And a bird without its wings is a low and tragic thing

         F
We are ghosts
        C
We are ghosts amongst these hills
          G
From the trees of velvet green
         D
To the ground beneath our feet
         F
We are ghosts
          C
We are ghosts amongst these hills
          G
Pressing out along the shore
          D                  Am
Pressing out along the shore

    Am            Am
The mountain song
Am                           Am
Matters not the thoughts of thirds
Am                   Am
Matters only to be heard
     Am            Am
And though I'm gone
        Am
I will come again in Spring
Am
When the harvest can begin

F
We are ghosts
       C
We are ghosts amongst these hills
          G
From the trees of velvet green
        D
To the ground beneath our feet
        F
We are ghosts
        C
We are ghosts amongst these hills
          G
Pressing out along the shore
          D
Pressing out along the shore

[Outro] F  C  G