Capo 6th fret

Standard (EADGBE)

 Awake through the night, and this flood water 'round her

 Reminds her of the time and low country boys

 And their bottles without her, though she's on their minds

 Hands in black mud, at the foot of the manger

 She'll always be young and free to be wrong

 A black lamb licks the dirt off her feet with it's tongue

 We are blessed, aren't we, in the shade of these large auburn leaves

 Unexpectedly we arrive where we’re all meant to be

 Awake through the night, and she prays in the morning

 For distance from harm and low country boys

 With their wealth of protection and mean battle-arms

 Hands in black mud, as she sits by the manger

 And closes her eyes, the wind blows outside

 A black car pulls the gravel and wants her to ride

 So who will she love, with her head lowed like ashes,

 The sky lost tonight, the wind blows outside

 A glass jar in the window, her shape blocks the candle light

 We are blessed, aren't we, in the shade of these large auburn leaves

 Unexpectedly we arrive where we’re all meant to be

Submitted by Xander A.