Up The Garafraxa Road... by WotanTyger, literature
Literature
Up The Garafraxa Road...
[Played fingerstyle, standard tuning] (Verses, D, G, Gadd11, D (finger strum and walkdown) (Bridge, C,G,Gadd11,D) You think (of) middle-years stories you've sometimes heard told, on that cool-August journey up Garafraxa Road, all misty-morning lonely... You make the journey... To an ancient-stone Lion's Head. Lion's Head. Sometimes just don't matter how hard you'd planned, or how you fool yourself that you un-der-stannnd... Yeah, life's gonna leave you humbled. Humbled. The road's name gives the clue what's in store for you once the Cave Lion was gone, smaller cousins came as renewer— catamount, or cougar... Under those rock-cliff birches. rock-cliff birches. Some say your times in this land are generations-gone but I've always stubbornly chosen to hope/believe that they're wrong... I pray they're wrong— Some hopes are worth cherishing. Cherishing. (Bridge) And when I was moving (from) incandescent adolescent to excuses for 'adulting' ranging from poor to insulting and