Joanna Newsom - Emily

^Cm7The mea^Gmdowlar^Fk and^Cm the chim-choo-ree and the sparrow Set to the sky in a flying spree, for the sport over the pharaoh Little while later the Pharisees dragged comb through the meadow Do you remember what they called up to you and me, in our window'

^Cm7there i^Gms a ru^Fsty l^Cmight on the pines tonight sun pouring wine, lord, or marrow down into the bones of the birches and the spires of the churches jutting out from the shadows the oak, and the axe, and the old smokestacks and the bale and the barrow and everything sloped like it was dragged from a rope in the mouth of the south below

^G#we've ^Cseen ^Gthose^Am mountains kneeling, felten and grey we thought our very hearts would up and melt away ^Cfrom ^Cmaj7that snow^G in t^Amhe nighttime just going and going and the stirring of wind chimes in the morning in the morning ^Dmhelp^Gs m^Dme fi^Gnd my way back in from the place where I have been

^F(in^Emstru^Gmental segway) ^Emand, Emi^Aly - I saw you last night by the river I dreamed you were skipping little stones across the surface of the water ^Bmfrowning^D at the^C angle ^Emwhere they were lost, and slipped under forever, in a mud-cloud, mica-spangled, like the sky'd been breathing on a mirror

^Emanyhow -^A I sat by your side, by the water you taught me the names of the stars overhead that I wrote down in my ledger ^Bmthough a^Dll I kn^Cew of t^Emhe rote universe were those pleiades loosed in december I promised you I'd set them to verse so I'd always remember

^Emthat the^A meteorite is a source of the light and the meteor's just what we see ^Bmand the ^Dmeteoro^Cid is a^Em stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee ^Emand the ^Ameteorite's just what causes the light and the meteor's how it's perceived Bm D C Em

^Cm7 you c^Gmame an^Fd lay^Cm a cold compress upon the mess I'm in threw the window wide and cried; Amen! Amen! Amen! the whole world - stopped - to hear you hollering you looked down and saw now what was happening

^Cm7the lin^Gmes are^F fadi^Cmn' in my kingdom though I have never known the way to border them in so the muddy mouths of baboons and sows and the grouse and the horse and the hen grope at the gate of the looming lake that was once a tidy pen and the mail is late and the great estates are not lit from within the talk in town's becoming downright sickening

^G#in due^C time^G we w^Amill see the far butte lit by a flare I've seen your bravery, and I will follow you there ^Cand r^Cmaj7ow throug^Gh the^Am nighttime gone healthy gone healthy all of a sudden in search of the midwife who could help me who could help me ^Dmhelp^G me^Dm fin^Gd my way back in there are worries where I've been

^F(in^Emstru^Gmental segway) ^Emsay, say^A, say in the lee of the bay; don't be bothered leave your troubles here where the tugboats shear the water from the water ^Bmflanked ^Dby furr^Cows, cu^Emrling back, like a match held up to a newspaper

^EmEmily, t^Ahey'll follow your lead by the letter and I make this claim, and I'm not ashamed to say I know you better ^Bmwhat the^Dy've se^Cen is j^Emust a beam of your sun that banishes winter

^Emlet us g^Ao! though we know it's a hopeless endeavor the ties that bind, they are barbed and spined and hold us close forever ^Bmthough t^Dhere is^C nothin^Emg would help me come to grips with a sky that is gaping and yawning there is a song I woke with on my lips as you sailed your great ship towards the morning

^Cm7come on^Gm home,^F the ^Cmpoppies are all grown knee-deep by now blossoms all have fallen, and the pollen ruins the plow peonies nod in the breeze and while they wetly bow, with hydrocephalitic listlessness ants mop up their brow

^Cm7and eve^Gmrythin^Fg wit^Cmh wings is restless, aimless, drunk and dour the butterflies and birds collide at hot, ungodly hours and my clay-colored motherlessness rangily reclines - come on home, now! all my bones are dolorous with vines

^G#Pa poi^Cnted ^Gout t^Amo me, for the hundredth time tonight the way the ladle leads to a dirt-red bullet of light ^Csquin^Cmaj7t skyward^G and ^Amlisten - loving him, we move within his borders: just asterisms in the stars' set order we could stand for a century, starin', with our heads cocked in the broad daylight at this thing. Joy, landlocked in bodies that don't keep, dumbstruck with the sweetness of be- ing till we don't be told; take this and eat this

^Cm7told; t^Gmhe met^Feorit^Cme is the source of the light and the meteor's just what we see and the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee and the meteorite's just what causes the light and the meteor's how it's perceived and the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee