Evensong

Intro: Bm  G  D  G

D
The day is over, and still so heavy 
on the mind
In flew glowing, smiling mother, 
A
butterfly
    D
In yellow, to join the frowning 
cactus crowd.
Finding flowers - even there - to 
  A
flutter round.


                        G
I thought, isn't mother grand?

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The way she flies and flies
A
Into the sting of the cold
                     G             A
And the prick of the barbed wire.
Isn't mother grand
   Bm
To gladly fly and swiftly fly
A
Into the sting of the cold
                     G            D
And the prick of the barbed wire.


The day is over, and still goes 
passing through the mind:
In came glowing, smiling mother, 
sure and kind.
To rouse us, to give ourselves out 
and to cry.
Birth to warm intentions, worthless 
otherwise!

Oh, the lives that brush against us,
Pass us by and by, the friends who 
may or may not come
If we would first invite.
Oh to open doors, to always gladly 
fly and fly
Into the sting of the cold
And the prick of the barded wire