Giles Corey - Winters house

^COh, my love, my ancient son ^Amangry at everyone ^Cmouth full of thorns pulled from nature's back yeah, we'll ^Amnever forget that

^EmBorn on an ancient day ^Cnamed with an ancient name they don't ^Gknow, they don't care they don't notice that you're ^Fthere ^Em

^COh, my love, my ancient son ^Ampacing your attic floor ^CGod's in his church with his guilty spires yeah, ^Amhe's no friend of ours

^EmKings of a rising tide ^Cnursing our wounded sides we don't ^Gknow, we don't care we don't notice that you're ^Fthere ^Em