Joanna Newsom - Make hay

^BbSo long ^BbSo long ^BbSo long ^BbSo long

^BbSo long My o^Abld friend d^F#ied that^Bbm way: The ^Ebaccumulation of^Ab time ^F#and the passi^Bbmng of days^{Eb Ab}Though she dug in her he^F#els ^BbmDrug her wheels in the ^Ebclay

^AbShe dotted her ey^Ces; Crossed the te^Gmasels in her leanin^Fmg dray

W^Ebhere buzzards make cir^Gcles (and ti^Bbllers make hay):^D A do^Ebzen in ket^Gtle, com^Bbittee & w^Dake; Where w^Ebind made the d^Gust And ^Bbsin made the^D snake An^Fd mama made^C us But^Am what did^G I make?

And how was I to kno^Fw Down in our old go^Gldmine ^Am Where you were the king of the ^Gradio^F And I was the keeper of^G hi-fi ^C And I was the queen of the ro^Gdeo ^F (And everybody'd know,) And you were the keeper of the^G lions; ^Am And we were gor^Fed, and abased And adored, and erased All befo^Cre our time? It was befo^Fre o^Gur t^Amime So how was I ^Gto kn^Amow? ^G How was^Bb I to k^Anow Whi^Eble tune hums And the hand st^Dmrikes the g^Gmong And all of us pl^Aough our row ^EbAnd the notes run Out of me^Dmasure and out of time and landing wr^Gmong? ^BbThe day is lon^Fg, but not^Am so long ^Bb My old fr^Abiend ^F#died al^Bbmone Save ^Ebfor the frien^Abds and fam^F#ily she h^Bbmad known Sur^Ebrounding her bed ^Ab None of wh^F#om in that r^Bbmoom Could with cer^Ebtainty have said

“I've^Ab dotted my ^Ceyes Crossed the t^Gmeasels in my lean^Fming sled

^EbWhere buzzards make ci^Grcles and ti^Bbllers make hay^D: In ^Ebwindrow and ba^Gle ^BbWith tedder and r^Dake; ^EbWhere Adam mad^Ge ribs A^Bbnd cattle make ^Dsteak.” ^F(And the rattling ^Cnib writes ^Am“What did I ^Gmake?”)

And how was I to ^Fknow Seeing my seconds^G pass in a line^Am If there was a ^Gway to reck^Fon love Except as a s^Gymptom of ti^Cme? And honey, it stre^Gtched out b^Felow us Humming every note From the lowest^G to the hi^Amghest But even at the highest we were b^Gored, an^Fd amazed In accord, in a daze All before our ti^Cme It was be^Gfore our ^Ftime ^{G Am} So how was I^G to k^Fnow?^{G Am} How was^G I to^F know ^{G Am} How was^G I to k^Fnow ^{G Am} How wa^Gs I t^Fo kno^Aw While t^Ebhe day slows And the ^Dmsun stares, st^Gmalling Into ^Athe dimming ^Ebbarrel of night Where the s^Dmtars are fall^Gming?

I'^Bbve got no ^Fsay But s^Amtill I'm^Bb calling for my old ^F#friend We ^Absow and we reap^Eb, again ^Bbm