D   G     F#m   D
G   F#m   Em   Em

[Verse]
D              G       F#m
The bumble bees    stumble
                D       G
The butterflies tumble
                 F#m        Em       D
The birds on the water-line stare
                 G       F#m
The heavens have crowned her
                     D            G
The star grass grows round her
                    F#m        Em
Her dreams fill the very still air


[Chorus]
Bm                    A
     Just east of the sun
Bm                        A
     Where our loving was done

D                   G              F#m         D
I can still see her breasts on the edge of the morning
G                     F#m         Em
I can still taste the salt in her hair

[Otro]
D   G     F#m   D
G   F#m   Em    Em
D   G     F#m   D
G   F#m   Em   Em

Bm       A
Bm      A

D   G     F#m   D
G   F#m   Em   Em