Mumford & Sons - Timshel

^GCold is the water ^Am It f^Creezes your already^Em cold mind A^Clready cold, cold mind ^G

^GAnd death is at your doorstep ^Am And it^C will steal your innocenc^Eme But i^Ct will not steal your substance ^G

^CAnd you are n^Dsus4ot alone in thi^Gs ^EmAs bro^Cthers we ^Dsus4will stand an^Cd we'll hold your hand Hold your han^Gd

^GAnd you are the mother ^{Am C}The mother of your baby child ^Em T^Che one to whom you gave life ^G

^GAnd you have your choices ^{Am C}And these are what make man gre^Emat ^CHis ladder to the stars ^G

^CBut you are ^Emnot alone in this ^{G C}And you are ^Dsus4not alone in this^{G Em}As brothers we^C will stand and w^Dsus4e'll hold your h^Cand Hold your hand ^G

^EmAnd I^C will ^Dsus4tell the^G night ^EmWhisper^C, &q^Dsus4uot;Lose yo^Gur sight" ^EmBut I ca^Cn't move ^Dsus4the mountains for yo^Gu