Mewithoutyou - Four fires

^EmDear seven sisters, all is distance h^Asus2ere All look into never ^Emout of every face I'll let you be my ^Asus2belief if I can be your doubt ^EmSigned from Persia: Kind subversion o^Asus2f a kind I couldn't say ^EmAs our blessed lack of conversation H^Asus2as kept me alive so far today

^EmAll my savings soon were spent, so in^Asus2 the vales of early Fall ^EmUnder table, covered rent by packing ^Asus2bales of barley straw ^EmWith efforts held to circumvent the w^Asus2atchful eye of federal law ^EmAnd mama, though I've been so alone ^Asus2

^GMy faith in lov^De is still de^Asus2vout (x 4) ^EmWith solemn sounds the potter's groun^Asus2d beneath our bare wandering feet ^EmOur crooked hearts in Sacred Harp san^Asus2g out of the dark inside us deep ^EmTheir shapes of sorrow fell like shad^Asus2ows on the farm-to-market roads ^EmThat led my stumbling steps back home^{Asus2 Em}But mama why four fires burning? Why ^Asus2so quiet Father's room? ^EmHas he not heard his son returning? o^Asus2r has he gone to gather food? ^EmOr is he stomping in the forest? or h^Asus2as he wandered into town? ^Em"Son, I think it's best that you sit ^Asus2down-

^GHis faith in lo^Dve was still ^Asus2devout..." (x 7, x1 over last 'devout') ^BmMama, sin^Gg my favori^Ate hymn As ^GI sink deep into the grass ^BmAnd the n^Gight birds ^Abeat me with^G their wings With horrid laughter as they pass ^BmThe stage^G goes dim, ^Aits pageants^G finished Fleeting worlds to which I've clung with a now extinguished longing ^BmMama, sin^Gg my favori^Ate hymn Wher^Ge we make ploughshares from our swords ^BmAnd the m^Gason's barb^Aer trim our^G Christmas tree In the Oneness of the Lord ^BmWhat grac^Ge surrounds^A! what stran^Gge perfection! Mamma, sing my favorite hymn Remind me Everyone is him