Chords for Erik Bye - Vår Herres klinkekule (1973)

[B] _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] I [Bm] dreamed that our Lord was a [Em] pod
With a [A] fox's brood and scrub's [D] hair on each leg _
I [Em] saw him clink the ball with our [Bm] clod
In a mouth [C#] spread out against the _ _ [F#] universe's wall _
[Em] He clinked, he was happy, and [E] it was summer
[Em] And [Bm] the sun [C#] lit up the sound in [F#] colored glass _ _
[Bm] And a thousand clods rustled [Em] from his lungs
For [Bm] in our Lord's lungs there [B] is [Bm] glass _ _
_ _ _ And the clods got to dance, to float, [Em] to tremble
To the joy [A] of his heart and [D] his sight
_ So [Em] he became distracted and forgot
[Bm] A summer's fowl [C#] spread its wings against [F#] his brow
And [Em] for a [G] day he caught [Em] summer fowls
The [Bm] most beautiful [C#] of all he [F#] had ever bought
_ [Bm] On the ground lay our Lord's [Em] clinking balls
_ [Bm] And he felt alone [B] and [Bm] lost
In [E] _ [Bm] _ _ _
the meadows he came, tired [E] as all the pods
[Em] _
When it is [A] evening and the play [D] has been late
He [Em] lay on his knees and [Em] gathered his [Bm] clods
Then he saw [C#] that he had _ [F#] lost one
[Em] The little blue, the smallest of them all _
[Bm] He lay [C#] under stone and [F#] grass and hedge _
[Bm] And the one that was so bright in the [Em] sun's fall
But [Bm] the dark came and the clod [B] was [Bm] gone
It _ _ _ was our own land that had [Em] been lost
_ And the ground [A] lay where night came [D] and went
And [Em] God went home and shuddered [Bm] in his shirt
But I [C#] can't remember how [F#] he cried
[Em] And we who [G] have this little [E] land are [Em] born
_ And believe [C#] that nothing counts [F#] without it
_ _ [Bm] Because we dream that he will look for us [Em] tomorrow
_ [Bm] And hope that he [C#] will [F#] find us [Bm] again _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G#] _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _