Tuning: E A D G B E

[Intro] Ebmaj7 Bb/D Cm7 Abmaj9 Ebadd9 Bbadd9 Abmaj7 Ebmaj7 [Verse 1]

^Ebmaj7You wore t^Bb/Dhe soil be^Cm7neath your nails ^Abmaj7Like jewelry ^Bbadd9no one else ^Ebadd9could carry.

^Ebmaj7Traced con^Bb/Dstellations ^Cm7in your freckles, ^Abmaj9Named each o^Bbne like i^Ebmaj7t was a garden fairy.

^Abmaj7You spoke of ^Bbsus4seasons li^Eb/Gke they w^Bb/Dere friends ^Cm7Who come ^Bband go b^Abmaj9ut never leave. ^Ebmaj7There’s moss^Bb/D between ^Cm9your memories, ^Abadd9And light that^Bb dances ^Ebmaj7on your sleeve.

[Chorus]

^Abmaj7You were ve^Bbadd9rdant, neve^Ebmaj7r trying, ^Gm7 ^Cm7Bloomed i^Bbn silenc^Abmaj9e, never dying.

^Ebmaj7I watched t^Bb/Dhe world f^Cm7ind shape in you — ^Abmaj7In bark and b^Bbadd9raid and m^Ebadd9orning dew.

^Abmaj7No need to r^Bbadd9each for me^Eb/Gtaphor,^Gm7 ^Cm9You’re poet^Bbry in ho^Abmaj7w you pour ^Ebmaj7Yourself into ^Bb/Dthe small^Cm7est things: ^Abmaj9Tea leaves, r^Bbain clou^Ebmaj7ds, quiet wings.

[Verse 2]

^Ebmaj7You stitched your^Bb/D thoughts with^Cm7 flaxen thread, ^Abmaj7Wove your doub^Bbadd9ts into the hem.^Ebmaj7 ^Ebmaj7You kissed the ^Bb/Dearth like it^Cm7 was sacred, ^Abmaj9Spoke in truths^Bb, not stratage^Ebmaj7ms.

^Abmaj7When others danc^Bbsus4ed in borrowe^Eb/Gd clothe^Bb/Ds, ^Cm7You stood barefoo^Bbt in the str^Abmaj9eam. ^Ebmaj7Said “I’d rathe^Bb/Dr feel the ch^Cm9ill ^Abadd9Than live a borro^Bbwed dream.”^Ebmaj7

[Chorus]

^Abmaj7You were verda^Bbadd9nt, never posi^Ebmaj7ng, ^Gm7 ^Cm7Heard the bees i^Bbn bloom while ^Abmaj9dozing.

^Ebmaj7You wore each f^Bb/Dlaw like foun^Cm7d bouquet, ^Abmaj7Picked fresh fro^Bbadd9m some unruly ^Ebadd9day.

^Abmaj7And in the quie^Bbadd9t, I would lea^Eb/Grn ^Gm7 ^Cm9The way your hone^Bbst colors burn^Abmaj7 — ^Ebmaj7In clay-smudged p^Bb/Dalms and unb^Cm7rushed hair, ^Abmaj9A kind of grac^Bbe laid always ^Ebmaj7bare.

[Bridge]

^Am7I asked what y^Gou believed i^Fmaj7n once — ^CYou said “damp ^Gmornings, an^Fmaj7d second chances.” ^Am7I didn’t answ^Ger. I just lis^Fmaj7tened.

[Chorus]

^Abmaj7You were verd^Bbadd9ant, undemandi^Ebmaj7ng, ^Gm7 ^Cm7Rooted deep but ^Bbstill expandi^Abmaj9ng.

^Ebmaj7You held the dus^Eb/Dk like it was^Cm7 new, ^Abmaj7And made the sky s^Bbadd9eem less ask^Ebadd9ew.

^Abmaj7I hope you know,^Bbadd9 if nothing m^Eb/Gore, ^Gm7 ^Cm9That you’re the ^Bbone I’m writ^Abmaj7ing for — ^Ebmaj7Not in ink, but i^Bb/Dn the green^Cm7 ^Abmaj9Of everything I’^Bbve ever seen.^Ebmaj7

[Outro] Ebmaj7 Bb/D Cm7 Abmaj7 Ebmaj7 Bb/D Abmaj9 Bbadd9 Ebmaj7

Misc Originals - Twelve of hearts - you were verdant