D# Gm It was the year my son was born D# Gm The same year my sis' walked into the woods D# And was never seen again Gm Cm G#m I still call her name sometimes, just in case The snows came at noon And the sky was a bitter blue Some were callin' it a punishment from God Then my dad said: "That's a strange thing to call the weather" And we laughed together | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsCm D# Gm G#m |