Lucy Wainwright Roche - Take what youre given

^DmSeven Sundays, ^Amlate for front steps ^Dm Sitting warm in the ^Fmidday block ^Dm Little bare feet, ^Amdirty forehead ^Dm I can see where your ^Ftrain will ^Dmstop

At the point of ^Amseveral mountains ^Dm Sold from one to a^Fnother tribe ^Dm Just a basket ^Ambaby waiting ^DmTowering at only ^Fthree feet ^Dmhigh

I ^Cknow "^FTake what you're given" I know "Seen and not ^Dmheard" You ^Cleft me ^Fbuckets of ribbons Woven together by flying ^Dmbirds

Me and you crept ^Amon for hours ^Dm Right behind the ^Fbig blue house ^Dm All the roots of ^Amall her flowers ^Dm So to feed all our ^Fcreatures' ^Dmmouths

She cried, "^AmWhat have you done here? ^Dm You girls are the ^Fdevil's kind!"^Dm I can't ^Amrun any faster ^Dm Leaving all the ^Fbattles be^Dmhind

After dinner, ^Amkitchen quiet ^Dm Hot air from the ^Fdishes washed ^Dm Just a sink light ^Ambuzzing brightly ^Dm In the front room, ^FTV ^Dmon

I ^Cknow "^FTake what you're given" I know "Seen and not ^Dmheard" You ^Cleft me ^Fbuckets of ribbons Woven together by flying ^Dmbirds

And the church sings ^Amhallelujah ^Dm When you're sitting ^Fstill and right ^Dm Peering just be^Amtween two shoulders ^Dm Trying to see what the ^Fpriest looks ^Dmlike

I ^Cknow and ^Falso have you I know all things were ^Dmmade Lift ^Cme to ^Fheavier water Just in case I can be ^Dmsaved

I will wait here ^Amone last morning ^Dm Shield my eyes to the ^Fblazing sun ^Dm If I scan the ^Amstreets for warning ^Dm I can see when your ^Ftrain will ^Dmcome