Chords for Ray Lamontagne - Winter Birds (live at the Chicago Theatre)

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[F] _ [C] So _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
where on all the lawns that [F] hang in the flowers,
_ _ [Bb] _ A [F] swan, a moonbeam, [C] and a crippled cow, _ _
_ _ _ A fallow field that [F] will yield no more,
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A fox [F] lays sleeping, [C] a _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ dream can't contain
[F] Such the withering rain _ from [Bb] _ _ [F] the pasture [C] fences. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ The clouds crack and prowl like [F] some great capital crowd,
_ [Bb] Crying out, I am, [F] I am, [C] over and over. _ _ _ _ _
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Days grow short [Fm] as the nights grow long,
_ _ [C] _ _ The kettle sings [Fm] its _ tortured song,
[C] _ _ _ A many-petaled [Fm] kiss I place upon her brow.
_ [Bb] Oh, my [F] lady, _ _ [Bb] lady, [Dm] I am [C] gone, and I'm out. _ _ _ _ _
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Winter birds have gone [F] back again, _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] Hear this brightly jiggity-go,
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_ _ The passing green each color as it [F] falls,
Oh, and [Bb] to _ [F] the voiceless trees [C] they're singing, _ _
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_ _ _ _ Days grow short [Fm] as the nights grow _ long,
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The _ _ kettle sings [Fm] its _ tortured [C] song, _ _ _
A many-petaled [Fm] kiss I place upon her brow.
_ [Bb] Oh, [F] my lady, _
_ [Bb] lady, I [C] am gone, and _ I'm _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] out.
Oh, _ all these _ _ things will _ [C] change,
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_ _ _ [F] The _ memories _ _ _ will _ _ [C] breathe, _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] As green to gold, [F] then _ [C] golden brown,
_ _ [G] _ _ The leaves will [F] fall and [C] feed, _ _ _
[G] _ _ And in their fall, [F] I'll make a false [C] sound.
_ _ _ [Bb] Oh, [F] my lady, _ _ [Bb] lady, I am [C] gone, and I'm out. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ Gathered all my money, [F] I'm going to town,
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To buy [F] my vehicle [C] with a floating pound,
_ _ _ _ _ Which comes tomorrow morning, I'll walk to the [F] town, _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ To [F] find a yellow flower in [C] my belly, she's in a cave. _ _ _ _ _
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Days grow short [Fm] as the nights grow long,
_ [C] _ _ _ The kettle sings [Fm] its _ tortured song,
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_ _ A many-petaled kiss [Fm] I place upon her brow.
_ [Bb] _ Oh, my [F] lady, _ [Bb] know [F] that I am [C] loving you now,
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] Oh, [F] my lady, _ _ [Bb] know that I am [C] loving you now. _ _ _ _ _ _
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