Capo 3
Here I [C]am, the guardian of the golden [F]grain
A [Dm]man but not a [G]man who has a [C]brain
I'll [Dm]see a million [G]suns 'til I feel [C]pain
Flood the whole world down the [Dm]drain
And when the [G]light is gone, and [C]all that's left is thunder
Still [Dm]I won't even [G]shiver when it [C]rains
And all the [Dm]birds fly home for [G]winter
And [C]I'm still caught up in the [A7]spring
It[Dm] seems that with a [G]single sigh
The [C]whole world turns to pass me by
I [Dm]wish I could've [G]shivered when it [C]rained
The farmer's [C]dog sinks her teeth into my [F]leg
Leaves [Dm]pinholes blooming [G]fields of poppies [C]red
My [Dm]skin is a garden grown of [G]memories shed
Through the [C]blood I have not [Dm]bled
Of tattered [G]clothes and straw But [C]what's the point of planting
If a [Dm]feeling cannot [G]flower within my [C]head?
And all the [Dm]birds fly home for [G]winter
And [C]I'm still caught up in the [A7]spring
It[Dm] seems that with a [G]single sigh
The [C]whole world turns to pass me by
I [Dm]wish I could've [G]shivered when it [C]rained
My [C]legs are a bench for all the friends I [F]haven't made yet
My [Dm]chest is bed for a [G]heart that isn't [C]here to rest
My [Dm]hands are a perch for the [G]crows that come to [C]peck
But they're all long gone and [Dm]dead So really, [G]what am I
But a s[C]ack of sticks and hay I bet [Dm]I don't even [G]have a sil[C]houette
And all the [Dm]birds fly home for [G]winter
And [C]I'm still caught up in the [A7]spring
It[Dm] seems that with a [G]single sigh
The [C]whole world turns to pass me by
I [Dm]wish I could've [G]shivered when it [C]rained
I [Dm]wish I could've [G]shivered when it [C]rained
I [Dm]wish I could've [G]shivered when it [C]rained
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