Cm7The meadowlark aGmnd the chim-chooF-ree and the spaCmrrow Set to the sky in a flying spree, for the sport over the pharaoh Little while later the Pharisees dragged comb through the meadow Do you remember what they called up to you and me, in our window? Cm7there is a rustyGm light on the piFnes tonight sun Cmpouring wine, lord, or marrow down into the bones of the birches and the spires of the churches jutting out from the shadows the oak, and the axe, and the old smokestacks and the bale and the barrow and everything sloped like it was dragged from a rope in the mouth of the south below A♭we've seen thoseC mountains kneelGing, felten and Amgrey we thought our very hearts would up and melt away Cfrom that snow iC7Mn the nighttime Gjust going and gAmoing and the stirring of wind chimes in the morning in the morning Dmhelps meG find myDm way bacGk in from the place where I have beenStandard guitar tuning:EADGBENo capo
F Em GEmand, Emily - I saw you lAast night by the river I dreamed you were skipping little stones across the surface of the water Bmfrowning at the angle whDere they were lost, and Cslipped under forever, Em in a mud-cloud, mica-spangled, like the sky'd been breathing on a mirror Emanyhow - I sat by your sAide, by the water you taught me the names of the stars overhead that I wrote down in my ledger Bmthough all I knew of theD rote universe were thosCe pleiades loosed in decEmember I promised you Id set them to verse so I'd always remember Emthat the meteorite is a Asource of the light and the meteor's just what we see Bmand the meteoroid is a sDtone that's devoid of thCe fire that propelled itEm to thee Emand the meteorite's justA what causes the light and the meteor's how it's perceived
Bm D C Emand the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee Cm7 you came and lGmay a cold compreFss upon the messCm I'm in threw the window wide and cried; Amen! Amen! Amen! the whole world - stopped - to hear you hollering you looked down and saw now what was happening Cm7the lines are faGmdin' in my kingdFom Cm though I have never known the way to border them in so the muddy mouths of baboons and sows and the grouse and the horse and the hen grope at the gate of the looming lake that was once a tidy pen and the mail is late and the great estates are not lit from within the talk in town's becoming downright sickening A♭in due time we wCill see the far Gbutte lit by a fAmlare I've seen your bravery, and I will follow you there Cand row through C7Mthe nighttime goGne healthy gone Amhealthy all of a sudden in search of the midwife who could help me who could help me Dmhelp me Gfind my Dmway backG in there are worries where I've been
F Em GEmsay, say, say in the leeA of the bay; don't be bothered leave your troubles here where the tugboats shear the water from the water Bmflanked by furrows, curlDing back, like a match hCeld up to a newspaper Em EmEmily, they'll follow yoAur lead by the letter and I make this claim, and I'm not ashamed to say I know you better Bmwhat they've seen is jusDt a beam of your sun thaCt banishes winter Em Emlet us go! though we knoAw it's a hopeless endeavor the ties that bind, they are barbed and spined and hold us close forever Bmthough there is nothing Dwould help me come to grCips with a sky that is gEmaping and yawning there is a song I woke with on my lips as you sailed your great ship towards the morning Cm7come on home, thGme poppies are alFl grown knee-deeCmp by now blossoms all have fallen, and the pollen ruins the plow peonies nod in the breeze and while they wetly bow, with hydrocephalitic listlessness ants mop up their brow Cm7and everything wGmith wings is resFtless, aimless, Cmdrunk and dour the butterflies and birds collide at hot, ungodly hours and my clay-colored motherlessness rangily reclines - come on home, now! all my bones are dolorous with vines A♭Pa pointed out tCo me, for the huGndredth time tonAmight the way the ladle leads to a dirt-red bullet of light Csquint skyward aC7Mnd listen - loviGng him, we move Amwithin his borders: just asterisms in the stars' set order we could stand for a century, starin', with our heads cocked in the broad daylight at this thing. Joy, landlocked in bodies that don't keep, dumbstruck with the sweetness of be- ing till we don't be told; take this and eat this Cm7told; the meteorGmite is the sourcFe of the light aCmnd the meteor's just what we see and the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee and the meteorite's just what causes the light and the meteor's how it's perceived and the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee
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