Capo 2nd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

 this is the song for Baby Birch

 though i will never know you

 and at the back of what we've done

 there is the knowledge of you

 well, i wish we could take every path

 could spend a hundred years adoring you

 yes, i wish we could take every path

 because i hated to close the door on you

 do you remember staring up at the stars

 so far away in their bulletproof cars?

 when we heard the rushing, slow intake

 of the dark, dark water in the engine brakes?

 and i said to you, "well, how about them engine brakes?"

 and if i should die before i wake,

 Will you keep an eye on Baby Birch?

 because i'd hate to see her make the same mistake

 when it was dark, i called and you came

 when it was dark, i saw shapes

 when I see stars, i feel in your hand

 and I see stars, and I reel again.

 Well mercy me. I'll be goddamned.

 It's been a long, long time

since I last saw you.

 And I have never known the plan.

 It's been a long, long time.

How are you?

 Your eyes are green. Your hair is gold.

 Your hair is black. Your eyes are blue.

 I closed the ranks, and I doubled back—

 but, you know, I hated to close

 the door on you.

 We take a walk along the dirty lake.

Hear the goose,

cussing at me over her eggs.

 You poor little cousin.

 I don't want your dregs

 (A little baby fussing all over my legs).

 There is a blacksmith,

and there is a shepherd,

and there is a butcher-boy,

 and there is a barber, who's cutting

and cutting away at my only joy.

 I saw a rabbit,

as slick as a knife,

and as pale as a candlestick,

 and I had thought it'd be harder to do,

but I caught her, and skinned her quick:

held her there,

kicking and mewling,

upended, unspooling, unsung and blue;

 told her "wherever you go,

little runaway bunny,

I will find you."

 And then she ran,

 as they're liable to do.

 Be at peace, baby, and begone.

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