Kate & Anna McGarrigle - Bundle of sorrow bundle of joy

In ^Cmiddle fall when ^Ddim7/Cnorthern winds blow the ^Cclouds every which ^Ddim7/Cway And the ^Dmtemperature is ^Cvariable in the ^Dmcourse of a ^Cshortened ^Dmday The ^Cghost of summer ^B7lingers on in the ^Amdying rays of the ^Fsun And ^Dmwinter waits to ^Cheap its snow u^Dmpon us ^Cby the ^Dmton I ^Bbjam a log in^Fto the stove and ^Bbhasten to shut the ^Fdoor In the room upstairs sleeps a ^Gdim7baby boy who ^Dmwasn’t there be^Cfor^Ge__, be^Cfore

I ^Flove ^Ammy ^Dmkid, my baby, my boy ^CBundle of ^Fsorrow, ^Gbundle of ^Cjoy ^{F Am Dm C}Bundle of ^Fsorrow, ^Gbundle of ^Cjoy

Who knows what this ^Ddim7/Cyear will bring, for ^Cus just what’s in ^Ddim7/Cstore While the ^Dmwhistlepigs are ^Cbedded down be^Dmneath the ^Cwoodshed ^Dmfloor How ^Cmany pounds the ^B7child will gain, the ^Aminches that he ^Fgrows Will de^Dmpend upon the ^Cmeasure of the ^Dmlove ^Cthat we ^Dmshow ^BbChainsaws whine out ^Fin woods, the ^Bbgeese have taken ^Fflight And the daytime sounds of ^Gdim7birds give way to ^Dmcoyotes in the ^Cnig^Ght, the ^Cnight

I ^Flove ^Ammy ^Dmkid, my baby, my boy ^CBundle of ^Fsorrow, ^Gbundle of ^Cjoy ^{F Am Dm C}Bundle of ^Fsorrow, ^Gbundle of ^Cjoy

Once there were just ^Ddim7/Ctwo of us, now there’s a^Cnother mouth to ^Ddim7/Cfeed And ^Dmwhen he’s taken ^Cfrom the breast, can we ^Dmmeet his ^Cevery ^Dmneed? We ^Cfilled our home with the ^B7toys and clothes to ^Amsuit his every ^Fwhim And he’s ^Dmfilled our hearts with ^Cwondrous love that ^Dmflows right ^Cback to ^Dmhim The ^Bbyoung grass grows ^Fup through the old, the ^Bblilac lives a^Fgain Upon a painted ^Gdim7latticework, a ^Dmlittle rose a^Csce^Gnds, as^Ccends

I ^Flove ^Ammy ^Dmkid, my baby, my boy ^CBundle of ^Fsorrow, ^Gbundle of ^Cjoy I ^Dmlove ^Gmy ^Ckid, my baby, my boy ^CBundle of ^Fsorrow, ^Gbundle of ^Cjoy I ^Flove ^Cmy ^Fkid, ^{Am Dm} (my baby, my boy) ^CBundle of ^Fsorrow, ^Gbundle of ^Cjoy ^{F Am Dm} (my baby, my boy) ^CBundle of ^Fsorrow, ^Gbundle of ^Cjoy