Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

This could be bass, but on guitar it is a 3rd fret on the low E string.

On an icy island north

In the woods beside the church

We can bury crills and lockets - filled with dirt

And when the April thaws

Brings us out again

We can bless the arrows

And the sun won't stall

And the land will never fall

On virgin fields we'll skate

Snap our children we'll create

But the artic wind breeze ends

And windmills thrill - into the threshing floor

You can't thresh the snow

When the snow is ending

There's no deep vine grove

You can't see the blankets go

Everything I did was right

Everything I said was wrong

Now we're waiting for the night

To bring the dawn - into the only room

Where the fire's warm

Where we keep our vices warm

And that's all that's left

All that's left is vices torn