New Model Army - Bad harvest

^C#5 I was raised in the years of the harvest There were fields to the far horizon ^D5turning to the sun ^C#5 I have killed more than I could eat I live in a house filled wit^D5h bones ^C#5 But now the rain doesn't fall ^D5 And the wells are running brackish and dry ^C#5 We stare out across the shrivelling fields At the ^D5pitiless blue of the pitiless sky

Bad ^B5harvest is come, we're gathering dust The s^D5cavenger birds are re^B5turning La Mue^B5rte parades through the capital streets Soon they'll be ^D5hunting for witches for the ^B5burning

^C#5 I can hear in the far-off distance The sound of the men making ready ^D5 to come ^C#5 I can hear them saddling horses And the sound of the hounds howling ^D5scenting the kill in the air ^C#5 I can taste fear on my tongue ^D5 I can feel fear in my heart ^C#5 We'll be running and stumbling through the thick dark woods Through the ^D5barren fields through the empty towns

Bad ^B5harvest is come and the wars they are lost What^D5ever is left will be re^B5turning La Mu^B5erte parades through the capital streets Soon they'll be ^D5hunting for witches for the b^B5urning

Beneath the ^C5towering clouds of ^B5rusting red As the ^C5sun bleeds into the ho^B5rizon The ^C5churches of the new gods are ^B5closing their doors And the ^C5hard old gods are ^B5vengeance-bent on their returning

The ^C#5gardens of the ruined towers glow with burning crosses While the ^D5kings are in their counting houses counting out their losses ^C#m Trust to the stories, my love - it's what they are f^D5or what's happening now has happened before

Bad ^B5harvest is come, we're gathering dust The s^D5cavenger birds are re^B5turning La Mue^B5rte parades through the capital streets Whatever is ^D5left will be re^B5turning And now they'll be ^C5hunting for witches for the b^B5urning They'll be hunti^C5ng for witches for the ^B5burning They'll be hunti^C5ng for witches for the ^B5burning They'll be hunti^C5ng for witches for the burning