Memories Of Gold
Ben Harper
G* = 330002 C* = 010020 [Intro] * * * [Verse] Days must be untangled For years to be revealed We’ve looked from every angle With nothing left concealed [Chorus] Where the edge of the hill Meets the end of the road We make me--mo--ries of gold Our me--mo--ries of gold To have and to hold Our me--mo--ries of gold haa...haa...haa... haa...haa...haa... haa...haa...haa...haa...haa... [Verse] In the winter she wants to be dancer In springtime she wants to be a scribe In summer she wants to be a painter Come autumn the mother of a child [Chorus] Where the edge of the hill Meets the end of the road We make me--mo--ries of gold Our me--mo--ries of gold To have and to hold Our me--mo--ries of gold haa...haa...haa... haa...haa...haa... haa...haa...haa...haa...haa...