I Am Kloot

Shoeless(Keyboard chords)

I Am Kloot

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C 
Shoeless in your favourite dress, 
    F                                     C 
you walk the shore, the waves caress your feet. 
                 G 
You don't really mind. 


C 
Gaily on a garden swing, 
    F                                      C 
who dares to care what to tomorrow brings 
            G 
or leaves behind? 


              Am7                    F 
Don't let the clouds clutter up your sky 
        Am                        F 
Let the TVs turn off their weary eyes 
    Am                  F 
for who are we, you and I, 
                    G 
in all that and all this? 


C 
Ceaseless are the hours you keep. 
    F                       
You ride the tides, the waves of sleep. 
    C                       G 
You meet yourself, how many times? 


C 
May we walk the afternoons, 
    F                                 C 
the snows of winter, flowers of June, 
              G 
each season's rhyme. 


              Am7                    F 
Don't let the clouds clutter up your sky 
        Am                        F 
Let the TVs turn off their weary eyes 
    Am                  F 
for who are we, you and I, 
                    G 
in all that and all this? 


Dm                      Am 
Something lost came and found you, 
Dm                    Am 
like the sea would surround you 
       F                                C        G 
on the beach, throwing pebbles from the shore. 


Dm                Am 
I was lost when I found you. 
Dm               Am 
Is it me that surrounds you 
             F                                 C     Bb G 
while out of reach, throwing pebbles from the shore? 


              Am7                    F 
Don't let the clouds clutter up your sky 
        Am                        F 
Let the TVs turn off their weary eyes 
    Am                  F 
for who are we, you and I, 
                    G 
in all that and all this? 
 (x2) 


C 
Shoeless in your favourite dress, 
    F                                     C 
you walk the shore, the waves caress your feet. 
                  C  Bb  F  C 
You don't really mind.
	        

Written by John Bramwell

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