Joanna Newsom - No provenance

^AmAllel^Eu, ^Gall^Felu: I have died ^Amhappy, ^Eand li^Gved to ^Ftell the tale to you. I have slept for ^Amforty years, ^Eand wo^Gke to find me ^Fgone. I woke s^Amafe and w^Garm in your^F arms. C (C7) In your arms ^FYour ar^Dmms In y^Gour a^Crms ^{B/C Am}Not in^Eformed o^Gf the ^Fnatural law, squatting, lordly, ^Amon a stool, i^En a stall, ^Gwe spun gold^F clear out of straw. And, when our b^Amales of bul^Elion were ^Gstored, you^F burned me like a barn. I burned s^Amafe and w^Garm in y^Four arms. C (C7) In your arms ^FYour arms ^DmI'm afraid of the Big Retur^An. D C#/D Bm G There's a certain conversation lost, and that ^F#loss incurr^Bed with ^Dnobody remaining, to r^Eegister ^Amwho had ^Bbpassed this ^Away, in the ^Dnight, D C#/D Bm in the middle of the night (ne^Ggating their ^F#grace and their s^B7ight), till ^Donly I remember, or ^Emark, how we ^Amhad our ^Etalk: We ^Gtook^F our ride, so that there was ^Amno-one home, ^Eand the lights of^G Rome ^Fflickered and died. And, what's more, I b^Amelieve that you kn^Eew it, too; ^GI think you^F saw their flares, and kept me ^Amsafel^Gy una^Fwares, C (C7) in your arms. In ^Fyour a^Dmrms In ^Gyour ^Carms^B/C. The^Am grass wa^Es tall, a^Gnd strung with^F burrs, I essayed that high s^Amashay which, ^Ein my mind, was my ^Gway; ^Fyou hung behind, in yours. Anyhow, she did not^Am neigh. ^E I do not know ^Gwhat drew our^F eyes to hers; that l^Amittle black ^Gmare did ^Fnot stir, till ^CI lay down in^F your arms.

^DmPoor old dirty little d^Aog-size ^Dhorse!— C#/D Bm G swaying and wheezing, as a^F# matter of ^Bcourse; ^Dswaying and w^Eheezing, as a ^Ammatter of ^Bbpride. A D C#/D Bm That poor old nag, not four palms wide, had^G waited a^F# long t^B7ime, ^Dcoated in ^Esalt,

buckled l^Amike a sh^Bbip run f^Aoul of the fence^D. D C#/D Bm In the middle of the night, she'd sprung u^Gp, no ^F#provenance^B, ^Dbearing the ^Ewhites of her ^Ameyes. And ^Bbyou, with your 'ar^Arangement' with Fa^Dte, C#/D Bm nodded sadly at her lame assault o^Gn th^F#at steady old ^Bgate, ^Dher faultlessly e^Etiolated fish^Ambelly-^Eface; ^Gthe muzz^Fle of a ghost. And, pretty Johnny A^Amppleseed, ^Evia satellite feed, ^Gtell us, who was it that ^Fyou then loved the most? Pretty Johnny ^AmAppleseed, ^Eleave a trail that l^Geads ^Fstraight back down to the farm. Lay me down ^Amsafe and^G warm in your ^Farms. In you^Amr arms.^{G A}