I Was Never Here

D

In your garden

D/C#

On a lawn there

Bm                 F#m  A      

Arranging all your implements

 

D

I beg your pardon

D/C#

I won't interfere                  

Bm.                  F#m      A    

I was just something that you dreamt

 

G       E      A    F#m   D

I'm not really here

G     E            A    F#m D

I was never really here nor there

G     A                 D

I was never really...

 

Listen, if we must

talk of fairy dust

and other such unspoken things

 

It's not really rare

You'll find it everywhere

Ground bones and broken wings

         

I'm not really here

I was never really here nor there

I was never really...

 

On a summer's night

In the fading light

My face was showing through

 

But I was never seen

Here in Cottingley

By anybody else but you

 

G               A         D

And Mr Gardner

 

I'm not really here

I was never really here nor there

I was never really...