Matisyahu - On nature

There is a ^Bmplace in the bottom of the soul It's no ^Asus2bread of restitution Hearts ^Gsplash fly like dough Where ^Asus2there is no pollution You would ^Bmknow words to hold Folks ^Asus2question your solutions Bed^Grock of a river that flowed No ^Asus2times, present or future

We are ^Bmmen of nature, we are ^Asus2made from the earth At the ^Gend of my eighty, I'll re^Asus2turn to the dirt Bm Dus2 Just sand, just rock, dry land, fast and silent Only ^Gbein' only breathin' We're just ^Asus2children of believers

Like, ^Efire and water be strong with compassion ^Bm In the morning we're born everlasting ^E Like the grass by the sea Bendin' with the ^Bmwind which knocks ya down time and again ^E We remain and sing Stand until the ^Bmdawn of day carries us away As we ^Asway through the phases of each generation

^BmFierce fronts, fantasy phased No ^Asus2blame, untamed or spoken Shiggy ^Gwalks through this space On dry ^Asus2land that's cracked and broken We ^Bmcame to taste the rain We're jus^Asus2t, widows and orphans Not a^Gfraid to feel the pain Or to ^Asus2leave behind our notions Bathe in ^Bmshowers, taste the tension Hear the ^Asus2howl, climb the mountain Kiss the ^Gcold and heal the frozen Read the ^Asus2dreams in this here dungeon

There is ^Efire in these leaves and therefore naturally, I'm ^Bmnot afraid to face these seasons ^E'Cuz, times change and there's no one to blame ^BmEven when the day is leavin' Will you ^Erise like a lion in the morning sun Or will^Bm ya, just lay there bleedin' When the ^Atime has come, return to the kingdom

^BmFreedom, freedom Freedom, freedom Freedom, freedom

^Et the end of my eighty, I'll return to the dirt Just ^Bmsand, just rock, dry ^Asus2land, fast and silent Only ^Gbein' only breathin' We're just ^Asus2children of believers

^BmChildren of believers