I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream.                      
F                                                  Bb                           
I can tell by the mark he left you were in his dream                            
F                                              Bb                               
Ah, child of countless trees.                                                   
Fm7                      Bbm                                                    
Ah, chile of boundless seas                                                     
Fm7                    Bbm                                                      
What you are; what you're meant to be                                           
Gm(add A)                          Bb                                           
                                                                                
                                                                                
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Speaks his name, though you were born to me                                     
Gm(Add A)                                 Bb                                    
Born to me, cassidy                                                             
F                                                                               
                                                                                
(Music is same for 2nd verse)                                                   
                                                                                
Lost now on the country miles in his Cadillac                                   
I can tell by the way you smile, he is rolling back                             
Come wash the nightime clean.                                                   
Come grow the scorched ground green.                                            
                                                                                
Blow the horn, tap the tambourine.                                              
Close the gap of the dark years in between                                      
You and me, cassidy.                                                            
                                                                                
Quick beats in an icy heart                                                     
Bb                 F                                                            
Catch-colt draws a coffin cart                                                  
Bb                 F                                                            
There he goes and how here she starts                                           
Bb                        F                                                     
Hear her cry                                                                    
C            Gm7 F                                                              
Flight of the sea-birds                                                         
C                       Gm7   F                                                 
Scattered like the lost words                                                   
C                             Gm7 F                                             
Wheel to the storm and fly                                                      
C               Bb       F                                                      
Faring thee well, now  let your life proceed by it's own design                 
F                                         Bb                                    
Nothing to tell now, let the words be yours, I'm done with mine.                
F                                           Bb                                  
Faring thee well                                                                
                                                                                
Song ends with a jam in F