Lisa Hannigan - On love

^AmWhen love bec^Ckons to you,^Am Follow him ^AmThough his ways are ^Fhard and^C steep

^DmAnd when his wings ^Fenfold you, ^Cyield to him ^DmThough he hides a s^Fword among t^Chem

^AmAnd when he speaks to^C you,^Am believe in him ^DmThough his voice may^F shatter your^C dreams

Love will c^Frown and cruci^Cfy you So for your g^Frowth so he is for your p^Cruning

Love will ca^Fress your tenderest b^Cranches And^Dm shake every clinging^F root

^AmLike sheaves of corn he g^Fathers you unto h^Cimself ^AmHe threshes and s^Fifts you, he g^Crinds and he k^Amneads you

A^Dmnd then he as^Fsigns you to his sacred ^Cfire T^Dmhat you may become sacred b^Fread for god’s sacred f^Ceast

All these t^Fhings shall love do u^Cnto you That you may k^Fnow the secrets of your ^Cheart

And in that k^Fnowledge become a f^Cragment A f^Dmragment of love’s h^Feart

Now ^Amif in your fear you seek o^Fnly love’s peace and love’s p^Cleasure Better c^Amover your nakedness and p^Fass out of love's threshing-f^Cloor

Into sea^Dmsonless world where you shall ^Flaugh, but not all your l^Caughter and w^Dmeep, and weep, but not all o^Ff your ^Ctears

Love gives ^Fnaught but i^Ctself and takes n^Faught but from i^Ctself Love poss^Fesses not nor would b^Ce possessed For l^Dmove is e^Fnough

You should say I^Am am in the h^Feart of God You ca^Amnnot direct the ^Ccourse of love Love it fin^Amds you w^Forthy, it directs your c^Course

To wake at d^Fawn with a win^Cged heart To come h^Fome in the evening with gra^Ctitude

And to sl^Feep with a prayer for the belo^Cved in your heart And a ^Dmsong of praise on your^F lips