^GThe bells will r^Ding, church steeple's catching fire ^G ^GAnd if you promise sprin^Dg then I know you are a liar ^G

Cause in the spr^Cing, tender grasses won't burn easily ^G The thrushes sin^Cg, still my lover won't return t^Go me ^D Wild par^Emsnips they still scar my lungs, while thistles w^Dill burn my feet ^G

And if you join ^Dour chorus, you'^Gll never fear an^Dymore ^G So here come^Ds the chorus^G, we will meet o^Dn a fatal shore ^G G C Em D

^EmSouverian, souverian, the elder ^G ^EmSouverian, souverian, the free ^G ^EmSouverian, souverian, the felled^G heart ^EmSo very young, s^Co very young were we ^G G D G D G

Birds will sing^C, still my lover won't return to ^Gme You promise spri^Cng, still my lover won't return ^Gto me ^D Wild par^Emsnips scar my lungs, and the thistles ar^De burning my feet ^G

So here ^Dcomes the chorus^G, you will never^D fear anymore ^G If you j^Doin our ^Gchorus, we will meet^D on a fatal shore ^G G C Em D

Gâ¦(for this section, I finger pick the bottom three strings, playing eight counts and then the bottom string open for eight counts, alternating. Feel free to find your own method!) Under the elders, the older get younger The younger get over, over their elders And under the elders, pretend that you're older now Under the elders, the older get younger The younger get over, over the elders Under the elders, bending your branches down

We were so very young, s^Ctill my lover won't return to me^G Thrushes sing^C, still my lover won't retu^Grn to me ^D Wild par^Emsnips they still scar my lungs, while thistle^Ds still burn my feet ^G

Andrew Bird - Souverian