Clangour And Flutes

Am                                                        C
Eat the young, taste the blood, they don't know a thing about us
Am                                                                C
Shake their bones, throw them out, we make something new out of things lost

G                                             Am
I will be the lumberjack and you will be the tree

Am                                                       C
And if you go chasing rabbits then you know you've gone too far
Am                                                     C
The lines in your hands are the map to show you where you are

G                                      Am
I will be the boat and you will be the sea

C
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-bo, bo-ah-oh-ah

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Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-bo, bo-ah-oh-ah

G Am

Am                                                    C
And if you would find feelings where there should be none
Am                                                   C
Bury them deep before you do something that can't be undone

G                                       Am
I will be the fire and you will be the house

C Am C Am G Am C

Am                                                 C
And if you just lay down, I'll fill up those eyes with sea
Am                                               C
A cold wind's blowing, the cold wind that came with me

G                                         Am
I will be the forest and you will be the dead tree

C
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-bo, bo-ah-oh-ah
C
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-bo, bo-ah-oh-ah

G Am
(flute sounds)

Am                                                    C
Eat the young, taste the blood, stab the night with water knives
Am                                                            C
Shake their bones let them know that there are mountains in their eyes

G                                             Am
I will be the lumberjack and you will be the tree