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[Verse 1]
D                                      G
When the day, when the day falls to the light
D                        G
At the end, oh the end of my time
Em              G            D
I call to the dark take the bones off my back
Em      Em7       G                D
And I chant to the black you were my lady divine
Em7                G
'Cause my children are in hiding
         D
Mortor and pestle they grind




[Chorus]
Em7                          G                      D
Those songs whistled through white teeth do scuff the days
Em                G         D
With songs for children to sing
Em7                           G                     D
Those songs whistled through white teeth do scuff the days
Em7              G           D
With songs for children to sing


Em G D (2x)

[Verse 2]

D                                     G
When the chairs are tucked into the fading song
D                               G
And the silver of their pours has grown long
Em                    G                   D
Oh, they call to the dark, take the bones off my back
Em7                     G                  D
And they chant to the black you were my lady divine
Em                          G                D
And they bloat like a bitter wine in their bellies


[Chorus]

Em                       G
'Cause the bones have been removed
           D
From their hunched over backs
Em7                       G
And their children are all grown now
            D
Mortor and pestle they grind


[Chorus]

Em7                          G                            D
Those songs whistled through white teeth still scuff the days
Em                 G         D
With songs for children to sing
Em7                           G                           D
Those songs whistled through white teeth still scuff the days
Em7               G          D
With songs for children to sing
Em                G          D
Those songs for children to sing