A	     Dsus2  A	      Dsus2 
night like a river, banks are steep 
Cadd9	 G	 Cadd9   G  F  A 
carry my burden, bury my worry deep 
it's like she told me some time ago 
there's plenty for harvest, then the cold winds blow 
 
D	A      E	  A	       D         A	E 
i could live a long, long while on the sweetness of her breath 
    Cadd9   G	 F      C/G	      G		          
     A 
and i could die for walking miles, and still not find my rest