The Waterboys - White birds

I ^Cwould that we were, my be^Emloved White ^Fbirds on the foam of the sea ^GFar from the rose and the ^Amlily And the ^Ffret of the ^Gflames would we ^Cbe

And the ^Cflame of the blue star of ^Emtwilight Hung ^Flow on the rim of the sky Has a^Gwakened in our hearts, my be^Amloved A ^Fsadness that ^Gmay never ^Cdie A ^Fsadness that ^Gmay never ^Cdie

A ^Cweariness comes from those ^Emdreamers Dew-^Fdabbled, the lily and rose Ah, ^Gdream not of that, my be^Amloved The ^Fflame of the ^Gmeteor that ^Cgoes

Or the ^Cflame of the blue star that ^Emlingers Hung ^Flow in the fall of the dew For I ^Gwould we were changed, my be^Amloved To ^Fwhite birds on the ^Gfoam, I and ^Cyou To ^Fwhite birds on the ^Gfoam, I and ^Cyou

^EmBend low, that I may crown you ^EmFlower of the branch ^AmSilver fish my hands have taken ^AmFrom the running stream ^FMorning star, trembling in the heavens Like a white fawn on the border of a ^Gwood ^GBend that I may crown you ^GThat I may crown you

And the ^Cflame of the blue star of ^Emtwilight Hung ^Flow on the rim of the sky Has a^Gwakened in our hearts, my be^Amloved A ^Fsadness that ^Gmay never ^Cdie A ^Fsadness that ^Gmay never ^Cdie

Soon ^Cfar from the rose and the ^Emlily And ^Ffret of the flames would we be Were we ^Gonly white birds, my be^Amloved White ^Fbirds on the ^Gfoam of the ^Csea White ^Fbirds on the ^Gfoam of the ^Csea