The Low Anthem - Cage the songbird

^AmGod ^Fcage the ^Fsongbird Be^Ffore the ^Amfeathers run ^Gbrown ^AmGod ^Fbar the ^Fwindows That ^Amwe may though ^Ghollow be ^Fsound

And this ^Amisland shall be ^Fshackled to her ^Fwaters ^AmHere we vow ^Fnever to ^Gchange ^AmHere we will ^Fstand at last for ^Fsomething With ^Amno de^Gsire to pre^Ftend

^AmSend up our ^Fprayers to gilded ^Fidols With their ^Amnames etched in ^Fheartwood of ^Gpalm And ^Amscatter the ^Fashes of the ^Fcontracts Their ^Amfreedom so ^Ghollow a ^Fsong

^AmGod ^Fcage the ^Fsongbird Be^Ffore the ^Amfeathers run ^Gbrown ^AmGod ^Fbar the ^Fwindows That ^Amwe may though ^Ghollow be ^Fsound

Now the ^Amstreet lamp will be ^Ftethered to her ^Fstation As the ^Ampoor man is ^Ftethered to the ^Gflesh As a ^Amwise man will be ^Ftethered to his ^Fwisdom As the ^Ammother is ^Gtethered to her ^Fcrèche

Was your ^Amhunger your ^Fawareness of sal^Fvation As your ^Amchances go ^Fslipping to the ^Gpast Are you ^Amtortured by the ^Fchanging of the ^Fseasons? And ^Ameach grain of ^Gsand in the ^Fglass

^AmGod ^Fcage the ^Fsongbird Be^Ffore the ^Amfeathers run ^Gbrown ^AmGod ^Fbar the ^Fwindows That ^Amwe may though ^Ghollow be ^Fsound

^AmGod ^Fcage the ^Fsongbird Be^Ffore the ^Amfeathers run ^Gbrown ^AmGod ^Fbar the ^Fwindows That ^Amwe may though ^Ghollow be ^Fsound