Ben Howard - Old pine

^CHot sand on toes, cold sand in sleeping bags, I've come to know that ^Ammemories Were the ^Gbest things you ever had ^CThe summer shone beat down on bony backs So far from home where the ^Amocean stood Down dus^Gt and pine cone t^Cracks ^{Am G C}We slept like dogs down by the fire side Awoke to the fog all a^Amround us The bo^Gom of summer time ^{C Am G}

^CWe stood Steady as the s^Emtars in the woods So happy-h^Cearted And the warmth rang true inside thes^Eme bones As the o^Amld pine fell we ^Gsang Just to bless the morning. ^{C Am G}

^CHot sand on toes, cold sand in sleeping bags, I've come to know the f^Amriends around you Are ^Gall you'll always have ^CSmoke in my lungs, or the echoed stone Careless and young, fr^Amee as the birds that ^Gfly With weightless so^Culs now. ^{Am G}

^CWe stood Steady as the s^Emtars in the woods So happy-he^Carted And the warmth rang true inside^Em these bones [x2] As the o^Amld pine fell we s^Gang Just to bless the morning. ^{C Am G}

^CWe grow, grow, steady as the morning We grow, grow, ^Amolder ^Gstill ^CWe grow, grow, happy as a new dawn We grow, grow, o^Amlder ^Gstill ^CWe grow, grow, steady as the flowers We grow, grow, o^Amlder s^Gtill ^CWe grow, grow, happy as a new dawn We grow, grow, o^Amlder ^Gstill