GHOST OF A CHANCE

GHOST OF A CHANCE
I thought I'd try something a bit different this month, so I'm playing some harmonica. Thanks to Alan White for the 'chances' idea.

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  1. Lyrics::
    Walking by the river, crossing a stile
    Ramblers trudging for mile after mile
    Stopping for stragglers who fall behind
    It’s good to be able to clear a muddy mind

    Found myself drifting to way back when
    And the chances I’ve thrown away
    Now I was on my own again
    And that seemed to be the way that things would stay

    They’re just talking trivia, avoiding the news
    It’s all off limits, they’ve got too much to lose
    But I don’t want to hear about the rights and the wrongs
    So I’ll keep my own counsel, and I’ll just keep strolling along

    Found myself drifting to way back when
    And the chances I’ve thrown away
    Now I was on my own again
    And that seemed to be the way that things would stay

    It was only a moment, just a flick of her hair
    It was enough to take me, who knows where
    A turn of her head, a shy little glance
    It may be nothing, but it may be the ghost of a chance
    It may be nothing, but it may be the ghost of a chance