Brooke Fraser - Crows locusts

It was the ^Fyear the crows and the locusts c^Amame The ^Cfields drank dry the r^Gain The fields are ^Fbleeding

^AmDaddy don't cry, it'll ^Fbe a^Clright She ^Gputs some w^Amater on the wound And hums a little tune ^Fwhile Her ^Ccourage puddles on the ground^G Pooli^Fng, ^Gpooli^Fng

^AmSee the murder and the s^Fwarm d^Cescend ^G And the ^Amnight is getting thick, The moon turning her t^Fricks She'll b^Cetray you every ^Gtime

It was the y^Fear the crows and the locusts ^Amcame The f^Cields drank dry the ^Grain The fields are bleed^Fing It was the age the foxes came for the ^Amfields We were ^Cbleeding as we bowed to k^Gneel And pray for mercy, pray for ^Fmercy

The r^Amumble 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 song does rise Gonna^G p^Flead the blood Gonn^Ga p^Flead the blood

It was the y^Fear the crows and the locusts ^Amcame The f^Cields drank dry the ^Grain The fields are bleed^Fing It was the age the foxes came for the ^Amfields We were ^Cbleeding as we bowed to k^Gneel And pray for mercy, pray for ^Fmercy

She ^Amlimps on up to the top of a mound ^GLooks at the faltered ^Fharvest Feels her s^Amweat in the ground And the ^Amburn in her nose And the ^Gknowing in her guts, Something's ^Fstill gonna grow n.c. She ain't leaving 'til it does

^AmWhat can wash ^Gaway my ^Amsin ^GNothing but the blood ^AmWhat can make me ^Gwhole ^Amagain ^GNothing but the blood ^AmWhat can wash ^Gaway my ^Amsin ^GNothing but the blood ^AmWhat can make me ^Gwhole ^Amagain ^GNothing but the blood