[Intro] [fingerpicked acoustic guitar] [Verse 1] [baritone male vocals] What does your world hold? What does your world hold? I'll never know [Instrumental Interlude] [acoustic guitar continues with melodic flourishes] [Verse 2] My world is cold My world is cold [Chorus] [high notes in sustained vocal] My world is cold [high notes in sustained vocal] My world is cold [Instrumental Interlude] [acoustic guitar solo with hammer-ons and pull-offs] [Verse 3] I hear the bones of the old stones I see the green of the glow of the deep fields I feel the gold of the only sun I know How it glints of time so old In the warm breeze Everything is old [Instrumental Interlude] [acoustic guitar continues rhythmic fingerpicking] [deep sustained tribal chant note] ohhhhhhhh [Verse 4] I hear the bones of the old stones I see the green of the deep green of the green fields Is there hope in the old stones? And the sun I've always known That you can warm my world Where this world turns And all roads go home [Instrumental Interlude] [acoustic guitar solo with syncopated bass notes] [Verse 5] Is there hope in the old stones? And the sun I've always known Where the birds turn And the wheel turns on [Outro] What does your world hold? I'll never know In the warm breeze [strings swell] Everything is old (We'll get home) [deep sustained tribal chant note] ohhhhhhhh [acoustic guitar fades
