Sufjan Stevens - Casimir pulaski day

^DGolden rod and the 4^C-H stone ^AmThe things I brought you When I ^Gfound out you had ^Dcancer of the bone ^C

^DYour father cried on the ^Ctelephone And he ^Amdrove his car to the^G Navy yard Just to ^Dprove that he was sorry^C

In the ^Dmorning through the ^Cwindow shade When the ^Amlight pressed up against you^Gr shoulder blade I could ^Dsee what you were reading^C

Oh the ^Dglory that the ^Clord has made And the ^Amcomplications you could ^Gdo without When I ^Dkissed you on the mouth^C

^DTuesday night at the ^Cbible study We ^Amlift our hands and ^Gpray over your body But ^Dnothing ever happens^C

^DI remember at ^CMichael's house In the ^Amliving room when you ^Gkissed my neck And I ^Dalmost touched your blouse^C

In the ^Dmorning at the ^Ctop of the stairs When your ^Amfather found out what we ^Gdid that night And you ^Dtold me you were scared^C

Oh the ^Dglory when you ran ^Coutside With your ^Amshirt tucked in and your ^Gshoes untied And you ^Dtold me not to follow you ^C

^DSunday night when I ^Ccleaned the house I ^Amfind the card where you ^Gwrote it out With the ^Dpictures of your mother ^C

^DOn the floor at the ^Cgreat divide With my ^Amshirt tucked in and my ^Gshoes untied I am ^Dcrying in the bathroom ^C

In the ^Dmorning when you ^Cfinally go And the ^Amnurse runs in with her ^Ghead hung low And the ^Dcardinal hits the window ^C

In the ^Dmorning in the ^Cwinter shade On the ^Amfirst of March on the^G holiday I ^Dthought I saw you breathing ^C

Oh the ^Dglory that the ^Clord has made And the ^Amcomplications when I ^Gsee his face In the ^Dmorning in the window ^C

Oh the ^Dglory when he ^Ctook our place But he ^Amtook my shoulders and he ^Gshook my face And he ^Dtakes and he takes and he ^Ctakes