Brooke Fraser - Crows locusts

^FIt was the year The crows and the locusts ^Amcame The ^Cfields drained dry the ^Grain The fields are bleeding^Dm

^Am"Daddy don't cry, it'^Fll^C be a^Csus4lright^C" ^GShe puts some^Am water on the wound And hums a little tune Whil^Fe her c^Courage puddles on the g^Ground ^FPooling, ^Gpoolin^Fg

^AmSee the murder and the swarm^F d^Cesc^Csus4end ^{C G}And the^Am night is getting thick The moon telling her tricks S^Fhe'd b^Cetray her every time ^G

It was the ^Fyear The crows and the locusts ^Amcame The ^Cfields drained dry the ^Grain The fields are bleedi^Fng It was the ^Fage The foxes came for the ^Amfields ^CWe were bleeding as we bowed to ^Gkneel And prayed for mercy, prayed for ^Fmercy

The ^Amrumble is low and the heat is high Got a ^Gfeeling that there's rain out in the ^Foil black sky Gonna ^Amchase away the devil when that sun does rise Gonna ^Fplead the blood Gonna ^Fplead the blood

It was the ^Fyear The crows and the locusts ^Amcame The ^Cfields drained dry the ^Grain The fields are ^Fbleeding It was the ^Fage The foxes came for the ^Amfields ^CWe were bleeding as we bowed to ^Gkneel And prayed for mercy, prayed for ^Fmercy

She l^Amimps on up to the top of a mount ^GLooks at the faltered ^Fharvest Feels her s^Amweat in the ground and the burn in her nose And the ^Gknowing in her gut Something's ^Fstill gonna grow

^AmWhat can wash ^Emaway my s^Cin ^GNothing but the blood ^{F Am}What can make me ^Emwhole ^Cagain ^GNothing but the blood^F