Joanna Newsom - Emily

The ^Gmmeadowlark and the ^Bbchim-choo-ree and the ^Fspar^Gmrow 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'

there is a ^Gmrusty light on the ^Bbpines tonight sun pouring ^Fwine, lord, or mar^Gmrow 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 seen those moun^Ctains kneeling, ^Gfelten and ^Amgrey we thought our very hearts would up and melt away from that ^Csnow in the nighttime just ^Ggoing and ^Amgoing and the stirring of wind chimes in the morning in the morning ^Ghelps me find my ^Amway back in from the place where I have been

and, ^EmEmily - I ^Gsaw you last night^D by the river^Em I dreamed you were skipping little stones across the surface of the water frowning at the angle where they were lost, and slipped under forever, in a mud-cloud, mica-spangled, like the sky'd been breathing on a mirror

^Emanyhow - I ^Gsat by your side,^D by the water^Em you taught me the names of the stars overhead that I wrote down in my ledger tho all I knew of the rote universe were those pleiades loosed in december I promised you I'd set them to verse so I'd always remember

that the ^Emmeteorite is a ^Gsource of the light and the ^Dmeteor's just what we ^Emsee 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

^Gm you came and lay a ^Bbcold compress u^Fpon the mess I'm^Gm 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

the ^Gmlines are ^Bbfadin' in my^F king^Gmdom 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 time ^Cwe will see the ^Gfar butte lit by a ^Amflare I've seen your bravery, and I will follow you there ^Cand row through the nighttime gone ^Ghealthy gone healthy a^Amll of a sudden in search of the midwife who could help me who could help me ^Ghelp me find my ^Amway back in there are worries where I've been

^Emsay, say, say in the ^Glee of the bay; ^Ddon't be bothe^Emred leave your troubles here where the tugboats shear the water from the water flanked by furrows, curling back, like a match held up to a newspaper

^EmEmily, they'll ^Gfollow your lead^D by the ^Emletter and I make this claim, and I'm not ashamed to say I know you better what they've seen is just a beam of your sun that banishes winter

^Emlet us go! ^Gthough we know it's a ^Dhopeless en^Emdeavor the ties that bind, they are barbed and spined and hold us close forever though there is nothing 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

^Gmcome on home, the pop^Bbpies are all^F grown knee-deep by^Gm 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-a their brow

and ^Gmeverything with wings is ^Bbrestless, ^Faimless, drunk and^Gm 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 pointed ^Cout to me, for the ^Ghundredth time to^Amnight the way the ladle leads to a dirt-red bullet of light ^Csquint skyward and listen - l^Goving him, we move wit^Amhin 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

told; the ^Gmmeteorite is the ^Bbsource of the light and the ^Fmeteor's just what we ^Gmsee 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