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[Verse 1]
Am
My roots are deeper than the bones of the others,
   Em
my colors, they change with the sun.
   Am
My branches were higher than anything on the hillside
       Em         D                Em
on the day that I watched them all come.

[Interlude]
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[Verse 2]
Am
Some were the color of the sky in the winter,
Em
some were as blue as the night.
     Am
They came like a storm with the light of the morn
         Em               D             Em
and they fell through the whole day and night.

[Chorus]
    G                         D
The colors flew high and they danced in the sky,
     Em                         C
as I watched them come over the hill.
G                  D
Then to my wonder, sticks that made thunder,
Em                     C
such a great number lay still.

[Interlude]
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[Verse 3]
         Am
When the light came again, there was death on the wind
       Em
as the buzzards made way for the worms.
        Am
And the little white trees that don't bend in the breeze
        Em             D       Em
for the ones that will never return.

[Chorus]
    G                         D
The colors flew high and they danced in the sky,
     Em                         C
as I watched them come over the hill.
G                  D
Then to my wonder, sticks that made thunder,
Em                     C
such a great number lay still.

[Interlude]
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[Verse 4]
Am
Those that have fallen, they come when I call 'em
    Em
and answer the best that they can.
    Am
But all they can see is what they used to be
    Em              D         Em
and that's all that they understand.

[Chorus]
    G                         D
The colors flew high and they danced in the sky,
     Em                         C
as I watched them come over the hill.
G                  D
Then to my wonder, sticks that made thunder,
Em                     C
such a great number lay still.

    G                         D
The colors flew high and they danced in the sky,
     Em                    C
as I watched them come over the hill.
G                  D
Then to my wonder, sticks that made thunder,
Em                     C
such a great number lay still.