Richard Thompson

^C Ooooh Ooh ^C7 Ooh ^F Oooo ^G oh (2X)
^C The songbird sings so ^C7 clear like your ^F voice upon my ^G ear
I seem to ^Am hear traces of my ^C lov ^G e
^C The river rushes ^C7 down, there's ^F sweetness in the ^G sound
I seem to ^Am hear traces of my ^C lov ^G e
When ^Em I lay on my ^Am bed I ^Em find no rest, ins ^Em7 tead I seem to ^F see
You here with ^C me, oh will that ^G sweet day ever ^Dm be
O, ^C o, ^Dm traces of my ^C love ^Dm
O, ^C o, ^Dm traces of my ^C love ^G
In every crowded place, in every stranger's face
I seem to see traces of my love
Inside my darkest day when the world seems cold and grey
I seem to see traces of my love
If I try to turn my head or close my eyes instead I see you there
O everywhere, shadows of a face so rare
O, o traces of my love
O, o traces of my love
Intrumental verse +:
If I try to turn my head...
by: José Duarte
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