Misc Your Songs - Ragon linde - odd hours

^F#mThey emerge at odd hours ^A Always crouc^Ehed like wilting string beans, or oversized soap ^{G D}bubbles, ^F#mwell over prime, instantly v^Aulnerable, silent ^{E G D Bm}In remote corners of their PROPERTY ^D They’ll weed aw^Ahile, ^CJerking the veins of unwanted int^Gruders from their domestic carpet-dream; ^Bm It’s wha^At they have, ^G what they control, ^F#m what they do ^Bm

^F#mWhen careers have yielded to succulents, ^A they appea^Er on weekdays, with mid-m^Gorning saws, leaf bl^Dowing, ^F#medge and hedge trimming, fumes ^Afor the elms, ^Eoscillating decibels for infants, vibr^Gations for ant coloni^Des. ^BmEleanor tempts the last light with an impromptu tour of her la^Dwn; She hears crows desce^Anding and wond^Gers about their youth. ^{D Bm}Never seen any nests, never seen^D baby crows, they just appear^A fully grown; Their nu^Cmbers have increased, ^G that Hitc^Bmhcock could see ^A the tre^Ge behind the alley ^F#m

^F#mI could never make that sudden appeara^Ance; Mine was never a^E life of home-owning ^{G D} I ca^F#mre less for lawns than lives. ^A Slight^Ely more for ideas than irises; ^{G D Bm}When my road becomes a U-turn, ^D I see my father in ^Atheir eyes, ^{C G Bm}I attempt, again, to find the contentment in rakin^Dg leaves, capturing them all befor^Ae another falls ^{C G} and anoth^Bmer still anoth^Aer ^Galways another^F#m