Bowerbirds - Bur oak

The ^Cm7room calls to ^Gdim/Bbme, says we're all^Fm6 strung out (And the ^Abbeat we both ^G7stomp on the f^Cm7loor) While ^Eboutside the ^C7leopard frogs sing ^Fmsweetly These are the ^Abhymns that ^G7today we've i^Cm7gnored And ^Cm7all across the ^Abdesert, and ^Cm7all up in the ^Abmountains: A ^Cm7wind so loud that ^Bb7we might never m^Abention ^Bb9

And ^Cm7heres to my ^Gdim/Bblovers han^Fm6ds and feet They are the ^Abroots that will ^G7weave through the ^Cm7floor And ^Ebdown in the ^C7dirt, in her ^Fm6wandering Find the ^Absnail to give us ^G7breath, to give us ^Cm7words He ^Cm7asks us for our ^Abpatience, he ^Cm7asks us for our ^Abpatience And he ^Cm7asks us what ^Bb7we have done for our ^Absouls lately ^Bb9

^EbDown by the ^Abbur oak tree, ^FmI had lost your ^Eblocket in the ^Abloam ^EbAnd there fell to my ^Abknees, neath the ^Fmcoil and the ^Ebbrush of the ^Abfern

The ^Cm7candles light ^Gdim/Bbdances acro^Fm6ss the table And will ^Abburn at the ^G7tip of my ^Cm7pen And ^Eblures all the ^C7moths in^Fm6to the kitchen To spin ^Abtales and bend ^G7truths through the ^Cm7evening And ^Cm7scribe for them their ^Abstories; we ^Cm7scribe for them their ^Abstories While they ^Cm7wax and wax ^Bb7of their lives in the ^Abcountry ^Bb9

^EbDown by the ^Abbur oak tree, ^FmI had lost your ^Eblocket in the ^Abloam ^EbAnd there fell to my ^Abknees, neath the ^Fmcoil and the ^Ebbrush of the ^Abfern