Capo 3rd fret
Standard (EADGBE)
All the trees are hers
And the bees and furs
Not exactly hymns but hers
All the skies are fine
And the beasts with spurs
Not exactly wings, flutters
ooh,
And the nights with stars
And the cold shudders
Precise and orderly clutters
After quite some time
We'll be who we were
I will certainly trust her
When the time comes to die
When the time comes to die
Will we steal the truth in it?
Cuz when the time comes to die
Blow the dust and close your eyes
Will we believe the truth in it?
All the trees are hers
Tall and green and worse
To pollinate the cup butter
Even apple trees
With reluctant worms
Can satisfy her needs for sure
And the rhubarb burst
Through the dark rich earth
Makes the sweetest intermittent purr
And what is fallow now
Will come to deserve
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