Highland Reaper  (mostly but not all borrowed from a Wordsworth poem.  However, some of the words are based on my experiences, that's for sure)

v1

   C                F           

behold her, single in the field, 

   C                 G

scattered highland reaper,,

  c               F

alone she cuts and binds the grain

 g          C

and sings a melacholy strain

v2

will no one tell me what she sings

perhaps of plaintive far off things

or some more humbe pain

which may be or be again

chorus

dm              em               

she wears a coat of blue

f                  g

oh too deep,  oh too true

dm              em

 f                 g

more than I can find    

V3

F C 

she sang her song as it had no ending

as when she cut and binds the grain

and I listened motionless and still

as the song came through the hills

V4

when I think over those days

through the earth’s fire and flame

the music echoing tthrough the trees

and the song came through the hills