Take Us Back Alela Diane goes through the[Dm] wh[Am]ole[G] s[G]ong The tops of crags and cliffs, the air is thin So we'll find a mountain path on down the hill Meet me where the snow mount flows It is there, my dear, where we will begin again Skipping stones, braiding hair Last year's antlers mark the trail Take us back, oh, take us back Oh, take us, take us back (azchords.com)