Joanna Newsom - Autumn

^CDriven through by her ^Emown ^Fsword ^CSummer died ^Emlast nig^Ght,^F alone E^Emven the ghosts^G huddled ^Fup for ^Amwarmth ^CAutumn has ^Emcome to ^Gmy home^Ftown

^CFriendly voices, ^Emdead and ^Fgone ^CSinging, St^Emar of the ^Gcountry d^Fown (E^Emven the ^Gghosts help ^Fraise the ^Ambarn ^CHere n^Emow in ^Gmy h^Fometown)

When ^Dout of the massing that ^Cbodes a^Gnd bides, In the ^Fcold ^AWest ^D Flew a wax^Cwing who froze ^Gand died against ^Fmy br^Aeast ^D And ^Dall the while, ra^Cin, like a weed ^Gin the tide, ^Fswans a^And lis^Dps Down on the ^Cgossiping lawn^Gs, saying, "^Ftsk, ^Atsk, ^Dtsk"

I ^Cmay have ^Emchanged It's ^Ghard to ^Fgauge T^Cime won't ac^Emcount for ^Ghow I've a^Fged ^EmWould I could^G tie your l^Fying ton^Amgue Who s^Cays that l^Emeaving k^Geeps you y^Foung

^CAnd I have ^Emgot no^G cont^Frol ^COver my^Em heart, ov^Ger my mi^Fnd ^EmOver the^G hills, the ^Frainclouds ^Amroll I'll ^Cwinter ^Emhere, wait^G for a ^Fsign

^DTo cast myself out ^Cover the ^Gwater Riven like a ^Fwishbone^{A D}

^DI was my own^C mother's daughter^G I ain't ^Fnaturally ^Agiven to ^Droam. And I lay low ^Dwhen I r^Ceturn And I move like a ^Ggurney whose ^Fwheels are ^Asqueaking ^{D D}Alone in a ^Chome And I ^Glaugh when you speak Of my ^Fpleasure-^Aseekin' ^D

^CAmong the ^Gta - ^Fll ^Gpines ^DAlong the ^Cle-^Gy l^Fines ^CHere, where the ^Glo-^Fon ^Gkeens. ^DThere, where the ^Cmo-^Gon l^Feans ^CThere, where I ^Gknow my ^Fviolent love ^Glays ^Ddown, in a ^Crow of ^Gsilent ^Fdove-gre^Ay d^Days ^CHere in a ^Grow of ^Fsilent ^Gdove-grey days

^CWherever I ^Emgo, I ^Gam snow-^Fbound ^CBy thoughts of ^Emhim whom ^GI would s^Fhun ^EmI love them ^Gall, ^Fone by ^Amone ^CCannot gain ^Emground ^GCannot ^Foutrun ^CBut time m^Emarch^Ges a^Flong ^CYou can't a^Emlways s^Gtick ar^Found ^EmBut when the ^Gfinal ^Fcount is d^Amone ^CI will ^Embe in ^Gmy home^Ftown ^CI will ^Gbe in ^Fmy home^Ctown