Girlyman - St peters bones

G^Growing tired, b^Darely walking Wa^Emlking over t^Dhis sweet grave W^Cinds grew bolder, ^Gbruised my shoulder N^Dot much left to say

S^Gweet and spare now, ^Dholy sparrow S^Eminging softly^D outside W^Chen it's colder, ^Gwe'll feel older N^Dot much left to hide

We are ^Embreat^Ching, we are ^Gseething We are ^Emhardly u^Cnder^Dway We have h^Gigh h^Dopes like the ^Gold ^Cpopes Even ^GSt. Peter's ^Dbones d^Gecay

In the o^Gld times, we made^D up rhymes To si^Emng ourselves to ^Dsleep at night It was w^Cild means, singing h^Gorse dreams Did n^Dothing wrong and nothing right

M^Emaking ^Cwishes like ^Gwine L^Emosing sleep and ^Glosing ^Dtime ^EmMaybe s^Cilver or g^Green T^Che world alive, the ^Dworld unseen