Dar Williams - This earth

^GIn my life on ^BmEarth The ^Emthings I have in^Cvented, have invented me ^Em I've found my ^Aindustry ^GI am not a^Bmlone I've ^Emfashioned friends from ^Cprecious scraps They hold the light, they ^Dbend to serve me ^EmJoking that they ^Bmdon't deserve me ^CAfter days of ^Dcraft and care I ^Clift a sword and ^Dslice the air ^CSuch has been my ^Dtime upon ^GThis Earth This ^EmEarth ^C

^GWhen my wife re^Bmturns More ^Embeautiful than ^Cwhen she left the night before ^Em I show her ^Athings I made A ^Gfiligree of ^Bmferns ^EmDiamond snowflakes, ^Ctears of gold She murmurs praise, a ^Dsmall caress I ^Emsmile to see her ^Bmhappiness ^CSilver webs with ^Dsanded grain That ^Ccatch and hold real ^Ddrops of rain ^CSuch has been my ^Dtoil upon ^GThis Earth This ^EmEarth ^C

When I'm feeling ^Fvexed I go up^Cstairs and bury ^Emsomething deep ^FThen stand back and ^Ampush a button ^FFrom a distance ^E7watch the earth ex^Fplode_^Am__ ^{Dm G} This ^CEarth ^{Am F}

I love this land of ^Gmortal men They ^Amwake to know the ^Emfire again The ^Fthings we make, the ^Gthings we feel ^FArmour plates and ^Gmolten steel ^FAll of these in^Gventions of The ^CEarth This ^AmEarth ^{F C}