Iron & Wine - Belated promise ring

Sunday mor^Fning, my Reb^Cecca sleeping ^Gin with me a^Cgain There's a ^Fkid outside the ch^Curch kicking a c^Gan When the ce^Fdar branches t^Cwist she turns her co^Gllar to the wi^Cnd The wea^Fther can close the ^Cworld within its h^Gand

And my mo^Fther says Rebe^Ccca is as ^Gstubborn as they c^Come They both c^Fall to me with w^Cords I never k^Gnew There's a b^Fug inside the t^Chimble, there's a b^Gand-aid on her t^Chumb And a p^Fony in the r^Civer turning b^Glue They say, &qu^Fot;Time may give ^Cyou more than your ^Gpoor bones could e^Cver take" My Re^Fbecca says she n^Cever wants a b^Goy To be ba^Frefoot on the d^Criveway as they w^Gave and ride a^Cway Then to r^Fun inside and c^Curse the open ^Gdoor

I once ga^Fve to my R^Cebecca a b^Gelated promise ^Cring And she ^Fsold it to the w^Caitress on a^G train I may f^Find her by the p^Chone but with a ^Gfashion magazi^Cne She may ^Fkiss me when her g^Cirlfriends leave ^Gagain They say, &^Fquot;Time may give ^Cyou more than your po^Gor bones could ^Cever take" I think ^FI could never lo^Cve another gi^Grl To be ^Ffree atop a ^Ctree stump and to ^Glook the other ^Cway While she ^Fshines my mother's ^Cimitation ^Gpearls

Sunday e^Fvening my ^CRebecca's lost a ^Gbook she never ^Cread And the ^Fmoon already ^Cfell into the ^Gsea Saw the s^Ftatues of our ^Cfathers in the ^Gcourthouse flower ^Cbed Now they ^Fblend with all the ^Clightning-tattered ^Gtrees They say, ^F"Time may give^C you more than your ^Gpoor bones could ^Cever take" My ^FRebecca said she ^Cknew I'd want a ^Gboy A ^Fdollar for my ^Cboardwalk red ^Gballoon, to float ^Caway She would ^Fearn a pocketf^Cul to buy me m^Gore