The Roches - Family of bones

These tiny ^Gbones, I lay them ^Fon my ^Clife ^EmThey are ^Dyou and ^Cyou and ^Gyou Arranged to be the skele^Fton of ^Clove I sit in^Gside them at attention Like a ^Cdog waiting for its ^Gowner to re^Dturn

A garbage ^Gtruck could ^Dmflatten them into the ^Croad Or a ^Gwind could ^D7scatter them a^Gpart

These tiny bones, I lay them ^Fon my ^Clife ^EmThey are ^Dyou and ^Cyou and ^Gyou As fragile as the remnants ^Fof a ^Cbird Without the ^Dguts ^C Without the ^Dword

With ^Emrain ^Finto the ^Cgutter, they could flush a^Gway ^C And there, everything I ^Glove, would ^Cgo ^{F C}

These pearl ^Gbones, I wish they ^Fcould be ^Csafe So ^Dfew, so ^Cfew ^{G C G F}Hung together with a ^Cthin ^Dstring or ^Emsome^Fthing A family of ^Cbones