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	           Passing Afternoon - Iron & Wine 
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Tabbed by: Alex
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Tuning: Standard, Capo II


            G                   D              Em        C
There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon 
G                  D          Em         D
Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon 
          G              D              Em              C
And she chose a yard to burn, but the ground remembers her 
G                     D                   Em         D
Wooden spoons, her children stir her bougainvillea blooms 


            G                D              Em                C
There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days 
G                 D                   Em             D
Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made 
            G          D            Em                C
And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings 
G                   D                 Em               D
Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves 


             G                D             Em            C
There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass 
G                       D                Em              D
Springtime calls her children 'till she lets them go at last 
            G             D                 Em               C
And she's chosen where to be, though she's lost her wedding ring 
G                      D                 Em         D
Somewhere near her misplaced jar of bougainvillea seeds 


             G              D               Em                  C
There are things we can't recall, blind as night that finds us all 
G                   D               Em            D
Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls 
         G             D              Em                C
But my hands remember hers, rolling 'round the shaded ferns 
G                  D                Em                D
Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learned 


            G               D         Em         C
There are names across the sea, only now I do believe 
G                      D                   Em               D
Sometimes, with the windows closed, she'll sit and think of me 
             G                  D                 Em              C
But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know 
G                 D                  Em           D
A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone


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