Andrew Peterson - Come back soon

I ^Cremember the day of the ^GTennessee ^Fflood The ^Csound of the scream and the ^Gsight of the ^Fblood My ^Cson he saw as the ^Ganimal died In the ^Fjaws of the dog as the ^Griver ran by I said, ^Am"Come ^Gback ^Fsoon."

It's ^Cthere on the page of the ^Gbook that I ^Fread The ^Cboy grew up and the ^Gyearling was ^Fdead He ^Cstood at the gate with the ^Gangel on guard And ^Fwept for the death of his ^Glittle boy heart I say, "^AmCome ^Gback ^Fsoon.” ^AmCome ^Gback ^Fsoon ^{Am G F}

We ^Gwake in the night in the^Am womb of the ^Fworld We^Am beat our ^Gfists on the ^Fdoor We ^Gcannot breathe in this ^Amsea that ^Fswirls So we^Am groan in ^Gthis great ^Fdarkness For deliverance ^{C F G C}Deliver^Fance, O L^Gord

I ^Csit on the bench at the^G bend in the ^Ftrail And I can ^Cfeel in the fall the^G final ^Fexhale The ^Ctrees of the field all ^Gwring their hands And the ^Fleaves go by like a ^Gfuneral band I say, "^AmCome ^Gback ^Fsoon.” ^AmCome ^Gback ^Fsoon

We ^Gwake in the night in the ^Amwomb of the ^Fworld We ^Ambeat our ^Gfists on the ^Fdoor We ^Gcannot breathe in this^Am sea that ^Fswirls So we ^Amgroan in ^Gthis great ^Fdarkness Are we^Am alone in ^Gthis great ^Fdarkness?

If ^Cnature's red in ^Gtooth and in ^Fclaw Then it ^Cseems to me that ^Gshe's an ^Foutlaw ^C'Cause every death is a ^Gquestion mark At the ^Fend of the book of a^G beating heart And the ^Amanswer is scrawled in the ^Gsilent dark On the ^Fdome of the sky in a ^Gbillion stars But we ^Amcannot read these ^Gangel tongues And we ^Fcannot stare at the ^Gburning sun And we ^Amcannot breathe with these^G broken lungs So we ^Fkick in the womb and we ^Gbeg to be born ^AmDel^Fiv^Gerance! ^AmDel^Fiv^Gerance, O Lord! ^AmDel^Fiv^Gerance!