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Am                            G Ripples are echoes, for those who can't hear Am                                G thunder has light-ning, to tell them its near Am                               G The moon is an echo, for no sun in the sky Am                     G day is an echo, for night that is why Am                          G Guitar’s are in echo, when they are strum Am                      G voices respond, re-sounding the hum Am                               G Shadows are echoes, at NOON they’re alone Am                                 G but the word it reflects, so its called palindrome Am                                     G Trains they make echoes, in tunnels with ***** Am                                 G and though it’s but one, they call them two hoots Am                           G A bell has an echo, when ringing the news Am                            G anvils have echoes, when horses wear shoes Am                                  G Rainbows have echoes, in pots at each end Am                       G who was it said, that sunbeams can't bend Am                           G Lighthouses flash, with echoes in Morse Am                               G for posh sailing boats, and not Viking Norse Am                           G A bow has an echo, with a wow at the end Am                           G one midnight bark, starts setting a trend Am                             G A dream is an echo, of what we once did Am                   G hid in a bottle, behind Jeannie’s lid Am                                 G                 Our words in the ether, will never meet Am                           G that’s why an echo, can never cheat Am                           G My echo my echo, is loneliest of all Am                                  G that’s why they listen, at my wailing wall Am                                 G Heartbeats are echoes, like yours and like mine Am                             G that’s why this song, must end with a pine.                              Chorus         Am                       G         Echo all echoes, are art on the wall,         Am                             G         must be the sadd-est, sounds of them all         Am                       G         Echo all echoes, are art on the wall         Am                               G         must be the sadd-est, sounds of them all         Am                       G         Echo all echoes, are art on the wall,         Am                               G         must be the sadd-est, sounds of them all. Ryan O'Leary © 25/02/2021
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Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 2:34 PM UTC
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Am                            G Ripples are echoes, for those who can't hear Am                                G thunder has light-ning, to tell them its near Am                               G The moon is an echo, for no sun in the sky Am                     G day is an echo, for night that is why Am                          G Guitar’s are in echo, when they are strum Am                      G voices respond, re-sounding the hum Am                               G Shadows are echoes, at NOON they’re alone Am                                 G but the word it reflects, so its called palindrome Am                                     G Trains they make echoes, in tunnels with ***** Am                                 G and though it’s but one, they call them two hoots Am                           G A bell has an echo, when ringing the news Am                            G anvils have echoes, when horses wear shoes Am                                  G Rainbows have echoes, in pots at each end Am                       G who was it said, that sunbeams can't bend Am                           G Lighthouses flash, with echoes in Morse Am                               G for posh sailing boats, and not Viking Norse Am                           G A bow has an echo, with a wow at the end Am                           G one midnight bark, starts setting a trend Am                             G A dream is an echo, of what we once did Am                   G hid in a bottle, behind Jeannie’s lid Am                                 G                 Our words in the ether, will never meet Am                           G that’s why an echo, can never cheat Am                           G My echo my echo, is loneliest of all Am                                  G that’s why they listen, at my wailing wall Am                                 G Heartbeats are echoes, like yours and like mine Am                             G that’s why this song, must end with a pine.                              Chorus         Am                       G         Echo all echoes, are art on the wall,         Am                             G         must be the sadd-est, sounds of them all         Am                       G         Echo all echoes, are art on the wall         Am                               G         must be the sadd-est, sounds of them all         Am                       G         Echo all echoes, are art on the wall,         Am                               G         must be the sadd-est, sounds of them all. Ryan O'Leary © 25/02/2021
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Feb 25, 2021
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