Judy Collins - Priests

And who will write love ^Fsongs for you? ^G When I am lord at ^Flast And your ^Bmbody ^Emis a little ^Fhighway shrine ^GThat all my ^E7priests have ^Dpassed That all my ^Fpriests have ^Empassed ^Bm

My priests they will put ^Fflowers there ^G They will stand before the ^Fglass But they'll ^Bmwear a^Emway your little ^Fwindow, love ^GThey will trample ^E7on the ^Dgrass They will trample ^Fon the ^Emgrass ^Bm

And who will ^Faim the arrow ^G That men will follow through your ^Fgrace When ^BmI am ^Emlord of ^Fmemory ^GAnd all your armour has ^E7turned to ^Dlace And all your armour has ^Fturned to ^Emlace? ^Bm

The simple ^Flife of heroes ^G And the twisted life of ^Fsaints They just ^Bmcon^Emfuse the ^Fsunny calendar ^GWith their red and ^E7golden ^Dpaints With their red and ^Fgolden ^Empaints ^Bm

And all of you have ^Fseen the dance ^G That god has kept from ^Fme But he has ^Bmseen ^Emme watching ^Fyou ^GWhen all your ^E7minds were ^Dfree When all your ^Fminds were ^Emfree ^Bm

And who will write love ^Fsongs for you? ^G When I am lord at ^Flast And your ^Bmbody ^Emis a little ^Fhighway shrine ^GThat all my ^E7priests have ^Dpassed That all my ^Fpriests have ^Empassed ^Bm

My priests they will put ^Fflowers there ^G They will stand before the ^Fglass But they'll ^Bmwear a^Emway your little ^Fwindow, love ^GThey will trample ^E7on the ^Dgrass They will trample ^Fon the ^Emgrass ^Bm