^CAnd ^Fafter ^Gthe ^Cstorm, I ^Crun and ^Frun as ^Gthe rains ^Ccome And ^GI look ^Fup, ^CI look ^Gup, ^Con my ^Gknees and ^Fout of ^Cluck, ^FI look ^Gup.

^CNight has ^Falways ^Gpushed up ^Cday You ^Cmust know ^Flife to ^Gsee ^Cdecay But ^GI won't ^Frot, ^CI won't ^Grot ^CNot this ^Gmind and ^Fnot this ^Cheart, ^FI won't ^Grot.

^CAnd I ^Ftook you ^Gby the ^Amhand And ^Fwe stood ^Ctall, ^CAnd re^Fmembered ^Gour own ^Amland, What ^Fwe lived ^Cfor.

And ^Fthere will come a ^Amtime, you'll ^Csee, with no more ^Ctears. And ^Flove will not ^Ambreak your ^Cheart, but dismiss your ^Cfears. Get ^Fover your ^Amhill and ^Csee what you find ^Cthere, With ^Fgrace in your ^Amheart and ^Cflowers in your ^Chair.

And ^Cnow I ^Fcling to ^Gwhat I ^Cknew I ^Csaw ^Fexactly ^Gwhat was ^Ctrue But ^Goh no ^Fmore. That's ^Cwhy I ^Ghold, That's ^Cwhy I ^Ghold with ^Fall I ^Chave. That's ^Fwhy I ^Ghold.

^CAnd ^FI will ^Gdie ^Amalone and ^Fbe left ^Cthere. ^CWell I ^Fguess I'll ^Gjust go ^Amhome, Oh ^FGod knows ^Cwhere. ^CBecause ^Fdeath is ^Gjust so ^Amfull and ^Fman so ^Csmall. ^CWell I'm ^Fscared of ^Gwhat's ^Ambehind and ^Fwhat's ^Cbefore.

And ^Fthere will come a ^Amtime, you'll ^Csee, with no more ^Ctears. And ^Flove will not ^Ambreak your ^Cheart, but dismiss your ^Cfears. Get ^Fover your ^Amhill and ^Csee what you find ^Cthere, With ^Fgrace in your ^Amheart and ^Cflowers in your ^Chair.

Mumford & Sons - After the storm