Standard (EADGBE)
Morning comes, she follows the path to the river shore.
Like the sun, her song is the latch on the morning's door.
See the sun sparkle in the reeds;
Silver beads fasten to the seeds.
She comes from the town where she's known as the woodcutter's daughter,
She's brown as the bank where she kneels down to gather her water,
She bears it away with the love that the river has taught her.
Let it flow, let it flow, wide and clean.
'Round and 'round, the cut of the plough and the furrowed field
Seasons 'round, the bushels of corn and the barley meal
Broken ground, open and beckoning
To the stream, black dirt live again!
The ploughman is broad as the back of the land that he's sowing
As he dances the circular track of his plough ever knowing
That the work of his days measures more than just the planting and growing.
Let it grow, let it grow, let me heal.
Chorus
What shall we say, shall we call it by a name?
As well to count the angels dancing on a pin.
Water bright as the sky from which it came
Its name is on the earth and takes it in
It will not speak but stand inside the rain.
Listen to the thunder shout
I , I , I
I .
Instrumental
follows chords of first verse once through)
*then*
So it goes, we make what we make since the world began,
Nothing more than the love of woman, and the work of man.
Seasons 'round, creatures great and small,
Up and down, as they rise and fall
G (2 fr.) (3) (play twice as long as ,
Rise and fall. then continue the pattern of
the last three chords for a
while until)...
/ (repeat three measures of , one measure / another while until) ...