Four Fires

Intro (and verses):  Em—Asus2  (x2)
Em                                
Dear seven sisters, all is 
   Asus2
distance here All look into never
Em                                
out of every face I'll let you be 
   Asus2
my belief if I can be your doubt
Em                                
Signed from Persia: Kind 
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subversion of a kind I couldn't say
Em                                
As our blessed lack of 
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conversation Has kept me alive so 
far today

Em                                  
 Asus2 (x2)

Em                                
All my savings soon were spent, so
   Asus2
 in the vales of early Fall
Em                                
Under table, covered rent by 
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packing bales of barley straw
Em                                
With efforts held to circumvent 
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the watchful eye of federal law
Em                                
And mama, though I've been so 
   Asus2
alone

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G              D            
My faith in love is still devout  (x
Asus2
 4)

Em                            
With solemn sounds the potter's 
       Asus2
ground beneath our bare wandering 
feet
Em                                
Our crooked hearts in Sacred Harp 
   Asus2
sang out of the dark inside us deep
Em                             
Their shapes of sorrow fell like 
      Asus2
shadows on the farm-to-market roads
Em                             
That led my stumbling steps back 
      Asus2
home
Em                                
But mama why four fires burning? 
   Asus2
Why so quiet Father's room?
Em                                
Has he not heard his son 
   Asus2
returning? or has he gone to gather 
food?
Em                                
Or is he stomping in the forest? 
   Asus2
or has he wandered into town?
Em                                
"Son, I think it's best that you 
   Asus2
sit down-

G              D            
His faith in love was still 
Asus2
devout..." (x 7, x1 over last 
'devout')

Bm       G          A           
Mama, sing my favorite hymn  As I 
G
sink deep into the grass
Bm       G          A           
And the night birds beat me with 
G
their wings With horrid laughter as 
they pass
Bm       G          A           
The stage goes dim, its pageants 
G
finished Fleeting worlds to which 
I've clung with a now extinguished 
longing
Bm       G          A           
Mama, sing my favorite hymn Where we
G
 make ploughshares from our swords
Bm       G          A           
And the mason's barber trim  our 
G
Christmas tree In the Oneness of the
 Lord
Bm       G          A           
What grace surrounds! what strange 
G
perfection! Mamma, sing my favorite 
hymn
Remind me Everyone is him