Johnny Flynn - The Mountain Is Burning

it’s hard to describe how to strum this song properly because the guitar’s so
quiet during the verse but i tried my best : D
feel free to comment if you find A a problem with the tab . . .
capo on the 2nd fret

intro :
Dm Am F Am G ( repeat until verse )

verse :
Dm Am
the cause and effect never met , never met
Dm Am
the cause and effect never met
Dm
the end hasn’t happened
Am
my soul’s in the blue
Dm
the end hasn’t happened
F
the mountain is burning

chorus :
E Am
in the words of the dead
Am
you were never among
F C
there were times i was old
F C
there were times you were young
E Am
the god’s are not kind
Am
say a passionate few
F C
there’s a struggle at large
F
some you win
C
some you lose
E Am
there’s a fight in the air
Am
not what kilmarnock’s for
F C
all your countrymen gone
F C
yet they open the door

the cause and effect never met , never met
the cause and effect never met
the end hasn’t happened
my soul’s in the blue
the end hasn’t happened
the mountain is burning

in the careful rest
that brings solace to all
where the whispers of fires
in the windows and walls
through the windows and walls
is the world you might need
and if creature you are
as its men in the trees
in the trees of old love
in the leaves of forget
are your parents and children
they knew to beget

the cause and effect never met , never met
the cause and effect never met
the end hasn’t happened
my soul’s in the blue
the end hasn’t happened
the mountain is burning

you’re a break in the line
when humility’s end
is the best you can bring
to the table my friend
you should know you’ll be fixed
like your word is as true
as the word in your heart
is the one in the blue
ever born in the mist
ever dead in the sun
we’ll be welcoming home
the prodigal ones

the cause and effect they’re the same
they’re the same
the cause and effect they’re the same
the end is illusion
my soul’s in the air
the end is illusion
the mountain is burning

in the words of the dead
the god’s are not kind
there’s a fight in the air
the careful breast
through the windows and walls
in the trees of all love
the breaking of lines
you know you’ll be fixed
of the one in the mist