Chords for Erik Bye - Vårherres klinkekule

[B] _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I dreamed that our Lord was [Em] a toad _
With a fox's brood [C#] and scrub's hair [D] on each leg _
[Em] I saw him clink bullets with our [Bm] clod
In munters [C#] spread towards the _ [F#] universe's bed
He [Em] clinked, [G] he was happy, it [Em] was summer
[C#] And [Bm] the sun lit [C#] the light in colored [F#] glass
_ [Bm] And a thousand clods rustled [Em] from his lungs
_ [Bm] For in our [C#] Lord's [F#] lungs there is [Bm] room _ _ _
_ _ And the clods got to dance, to [Em] sway, to tremble
To [A] joy for his heart and [D] his sight
So [Em] he became distracted and [Bm] forgot to play
A summer's fool [C#] stretched his finger against [F#] his brow
_ _ [Em] And for a day [G] he caught [Em] summer's fools
The [Bm] most beautiful [C#] of all he had [F#]
created
_ [Bm] On the ground lay our Lord's [Em] clink bullets
[A] And [Bm] felt [C#] [F#] alone [Bm] and lost
_ _ _ _ _ Around him he came tired like all the [Em] others
When it is evening [A] and the play has [D] been late _
[Em] He lay on his knees and gathered his [Bm] clods
Then he saw that he [C#] had _ [F#] lost one
[Em] The little [G] blue, the smallest of them all
[C#] _ [Bm] He lay [C#] under grass and [F#] stone and hedge
_ [Bm] And the one that was so bright in [Em] the sun fell
But [Bm]
darkness came [C#] and the [F#] clod [B] was [Bm] gone _ _ _
_ _ It was our own land that had [Em] been lost
_ And the ground [A] lay there cold [D] and wet at night
And [C#] God went home and shirted [Bm] in his shirt
But I can [C#] not remember _ [F#] how he cried
[Em] And we who have this [G] little [C#] land are born
And [Bm] do not think that [C#] counts [F#]
without it
_ [Bm] For dream that he is looking for us [Em] [A] tomorrow
And [Bm] hope [C#] that he [F#] finds us [Bm] again _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _