Misc Your Songs - The shitbirds - the birds

I’d been ^Dround for a while, it was ^A7brief but was ^Glong I’d sang ^Dmany a tune, some were ^A7weak, some were ^Gstrong But my ^Dvoice it grew soft and had ^Bmbegun to ^Gdie Till The ^DBirds they flew in and I ^A7started to ^Dfly

Oh The ^DBirds they sung in good ^A7harmo^Dny Oh The ^GBirds had flown in and had ^Dcome unto me With a ^Bmwhistle and tune, I’ll re^A7member it ^Gwell Oh The ^DBirds had flown in and had ^A7casted a ^Dspell

With a ^Dpiano sound to ^A7accompa^Gny And ^Dslide on guitar and some ^A7old timey ^Gglee And a ^Dfiddling stomp and a ^Bmclaw hammer ^Gnote With the ^Drhythm guitar, it was ^A7all that she ^Dwrote

Oh The ^DBirds they sung and the ^A7mantle did ^Dshake With the ^Gwild free sound like they’d ^Dflown off the lake They were ^Bmalways in tune, and they ^A7always sung ^Gwell Oh The ^DBirds had flown in and our ^A7doldrums did ^Dspell

We sang ^DHallelujah to the ^A7darkness of ^Gnight Songs about ^Dheartache and the ^A7men who did ^Gfight About ^Dfleeing the dark to get ^Bminto the ^Glight And the ^Dchorus did echo as The ^A7Birds did take ^Dflight

Oh The ^DBirds they belted that ^A7melod^Dy Oh The ^GBirds had perched and they’d ^Dcome unto me With a ^Bmchirp and a whistle, that I’ll ^A7never ^Gforget Now I’ll ^Dsing all my songs without ^A7any re^Dgret

But at the ^Dchill of autumn, The ^A7Birds must fly ^Gsouth For the ^Dcold of the winter, it ^A7hinders their ^Gmouth I’ll ^Dalways remember but ^Bmawait their ^Greturn For the ^Dsongs of the springtime my ^A7heart it does ^Dyearn

Oh The ^DBirds have gone south, I’ve a ^A7tear in me ^Deye But the ^Gmusic they brought well it ^Dtaught me to fly But the ^Bmsongs and they tunes, they’ll ^A7live on in ^Gme Oh The ^DBirds they sang in sweet ^A7harmo^Dny Oh The ^DBirds they sang in sweet ^A7harmo^Dny