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

 Gsux4

Poetry's most lovely words