Windhand - Sparrow

I^Gm love a man, whose l^Bbove is v^Fiolence Who always ^Dcomes, who goes a^Gmway Who never brings me ^Bbany f^Flowers To blossom i^Dn my blazing ^Gmshade

And all of his weak-heart l^Bbove is l^Fonely Our love is ^Drunning out of ^Gmbreath When I wake, you c^Bbannot ^Fknow me When I ^Dsleep, I dream of ^Gmdeath

Wire, cradle, c^Bbross and a^Frrow Mother's m^Dilk or crone's ^Gmrage Mouths like wolves, we di^Bbne like s^Fparrows There is g^Drace in great ^Gmrestraint

And all of his weak-heart l^Bbove is ^Flonely Our love is ^Drunning out of ^Gmbreath When I wake, you ca^Bbnnot k^Fnow me When I ^Dsleep, I dream of^Gm death

And I could not help but l^Bbeave and ^Fwonder What spirit s^Dteals your awful ^Gmhead And I am grateful f^Bbor your ^Fcandor I could not l^Dove a better ^Gmman

Cause all of his weak-heart l^Bbove is l^Fonely Our love is r^Dunning out of ^Gmbreath When I wake, you c^Bbannot know ^Fme When I ^Dsleep, I dream of ^Gmdeath