Joanna Newsom - You will not take my heart alive

And ^Cwhat do you re^Bbmember m^Cost? The ^Gmline of the ^Fsea, se^Dmceding the ^Ebcoast? ^FmFine capi^Ebllaries, g^Bblowing with ^Abcars? ^FThe comfort you dr^Ebew from the l^Bbight of the ^Fstars?

And how l^Cong did you c^Bblimb that n^Cight, with the ^Gmice in your ^Flungs, on the ^Dmrungs of the ^Eblight? ^FmBeyond re^Ebcall, you ^Bbsevered all ^Abstrings to ^Feveryon^Ebe, and ^Bbeverythi^Fng.

Oh, s^Cmilent, constant ^Fmdriver of ^Cmmine: ^Bbwordlessly ^Ccalling from the ^Ebend of the ^Bbline, where, ^Ebeven though each ^Gmhour I ever ^Abloved must queue and ^Fdive, still, ^Cmyou will not ^Bbtake my ^Abheart a^Cmlive.

In m^Cartial wind, and in ^Bbclarion ^Crain, we m^Gminced into ^Fbattle, ^Dmwincing in ^Ebpain; ^Fmnot meant for w^Ebalking, ^Bbbacks bound in ^Abtwine: not a^Fngel or ^Ebdevil, but ^Bblevel, in ^Ftime.

And I r^Cose, to take my ^Bbshape at ^Clast, from the ^Gmdreams that had ^Fdogged me, ^Dmthrough every ^Ebpast, ^Fmwhen, to my ^Ebsoul, the ^Bbbody would ^Absay You may ^Fdo what you ^Eblike, as ^Bblong as you s^Ftay.

Now the ^Cmtowns and forests, ^Fmhighways and ^Cmplains, ^Bbfall back in ^Ccircles like an ^Ebemptying ^Bbdrain. And I ^Ebwon't come round this w^Gmay again, where the ^Ablonely wind ab^Fides, and ^Cmyou will not ^Bbtake my ^Abheart, ^Cmalive.