Acres Wild

	  		Am          F         G  
I'll make love to you  
Am            F        G  
  in all good places  
Am            F         G  
  under black mountains  
Am      F           G  
  in open spaces.  
 Am            F        G  
By deep brown rivers  
 Am            F        G  
  that slither darkly  
 Am            F        G  
  through far marches  
             Am       F        G  
  where the blue hare races.  
F         Dm7         C  
Come with me to the Winged Isle ---  
F         Dm7          Am  
  northern father's western child.  
F                 Dm7         C  
Where the dance of ages is playing still  
F             G           E7   D  
  through far marches of acres wild.  
   
 
REST THE SAME  
 
I'll make love to you  
  in narrow side streets  
  with shuttered windows,  
  crumbling chimneys.  
 
Come with me to the weary town ---  
  discos silent under tiles  
  that slide from roof-tops, scatter softly  
  on concrete marches of acres wild.  
 
By red bricks pointed  
  with cement fingers  
Flaking damply from sagging shoulders.  
 
Come with me to the Winged Isle ---  
  northern father's western child.  
Where the dance of ages is playing still  
  through far marches of acres wild.