Chords for Savage Daughter
Tempo:
93.4 bpm
Chords used:
Am
F
Dm
G
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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I am my mother's savage daughter, the one who runs, bears, and sings sharp stones.
I am my [F#]
mother's savage [A] daughter, I will not cut my [D#] hair, I will not lower my voice.
[Am] My mother's child is savage, she looks for her own mothers of stones.
In the faces of cats, in the fall of feathers, in the dancing of fire, and the curve of old bones.
I am my mother's savage [F] daughter, the one who runs, [G] bears, and sings sharp [Em] stones.
I am [Am] my mother's [F] savage daughter, I will not cut [Dm] my hair, I will [E] not lower [Am] my voice.
My mother's child dances in darkness, she sings heathen songs by the lake.
And watches the stars, she names the planets, and dreams she can reach them with a song and a broom.
I am my mother's [F] savage daughter, the one who [G] runs, bears, and [Em] sings sharp stones.
I [Am] am my mother's [F] savage daughter, I will not [Dm] cut my hair, [E] I will not lower [A] my
[Am] [F] voice.
[G]
[Em] [Am]
[F] [Dm]
[E] We [Am] are all brought forth out of darkness, into this world through blood and through pain.
And deep in our bones, the old songs are waking, so sing them with voices of thunder and rain.
We are our mother's savage daughters, the ones who run, bears, and sing sharp stones.
We are our mother's [Dm] savage daughters, we will not cut our hair, [A] we will not lower our [Am]
voice.
We are our mother's savage daughters, the ones who run, bears, and sing sharp stones.
We are our mother's savage daughters, we will not cut our hair, we will not lower our voice.
We are our mother's savage [F] daughters, the ones who run, [G] bears, and sing sharp [Em] stones.
We [Am] are our mother's savage [F] daughters, we will not cut [D] our [Dm] hair, we will [Am] not lower our voice.
I am my [F#]
mother's savage [A] daughter, I will not cut my [D#] hair, I will not lower my voice.
[Am] My mother's child is savage, she looks for her own mothers of stones.
In the faces of cats, in the fall of feathers, in the dancing of fire, and the curve of old bones.
I am my mother's savage [F] daughter, the one who runs, [G] bears, and sings sharp [Em] stones.
I am [Am] my mother's [F] savage daughter, I will not cut [Dm] my hair, I will [E] not lower [Am] my voice.
My mother's child dances in darkness, she sings heathen songs by the lake.
And watches the stars, she names the planets, and dreams she can reach them with a song and a broom.
I am my mother's [F] savage daughter, the one who [G] runs, bears, and [Em] sings sharp stones.
I [Am] am my mother's [F] savage daughter, I will not [Dm] cut my hair, [E] I will not lower [A] my
[Am] [F] voice.
[G]
[Em] [Am]
[F] [Dm]
[E] We [Am] are all brought forth out of darkness, into this world through blood and through pain.
And deep in our bones, the old songs are waking, so sing them with voices of thunder and rain.
We are our mother's savage daughters, the ones who run, bears, and sing sharp stones.
We are our mother's [Dm] savage daughters, we will not cut our hair, [A] we will not lower our [Am]
voice.
We are our mother's savage daughters, the ones who run, bears, and sing sharp stones.
We are our mother's savage daughters, we will not cut our hair, we will not lower our voice.
We are our mother's savage [F] daughters, the ones who run, [G] bears, and sing sharp [Em] stones.
We [Am] are our mother's savage [F] daughters, we will not cut [D] our [Dm] hair, we will [Am] not lower our voice.
Key:
Am
F
Dm
G
Em
Am
F
Dm
_ _ I am my mother's savage daughter, the one who runs, bears, and sings sharp stones.
I am my [F#]
mother's savage [A] daughter, I will not cut my [D#] hair, I will not lower my voice. _
[Am] _ My mother's child is savage, she looks for her own mothers of stones.
In the faces of cats, in the fall of feathers, in the dancing of fire, and the curve of old bones.
I am my mother's savage [F] daughter, the one who runs, [G] bears, and sings sharp [Em] stones.
I am [Am] my mother's [F] savage daughter, I will not cut [Dm] my hair, I will [E] not lower [Am] my voice.
_ _ My mother's child dances in darkness, she sings heathen songs by the lake.
And watches the stars, she names the planets, and dreams she can reach them with a song and a broom.
I am my mother's [F] savage daughter, the one who [G] runs, bears, and [Em] sings sharp stones.
I [Am] am my mother's [F] savage daughter, I will not [Dm] cut my hair, [E] I will not lower [A] my _
[Am] _ [F] voice.
_ _ [G] _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ _ [E] _ We [Am] are all brought forth out of darkness, into this world through blood and through pain.
And deep in our bones, the old songs are waking, so sing them with voices of thunder and rain.
_ We are our mother's savage daughters, the ones who run, bears, and sing sharp stones.
We are our mother's _ [Dm] savage daughters, we will not cut our hair, [A] we will not lower our [Am]
voice.
We are our mother's savage daughters, the ones who run, bears, and sing sharp stones.
We are our mother's savage daughters, we will not cut our hair, we will not lower our voice.
We are our mother's savage [F] daughters, the ones who run, [G] bears, and sing sharp [Em] stones.
We [Am] are our mother's savage [F] daughters, we will not cut [D] our [Dm] hair, we will [Am] not lower our voice. _ _ _ _ _
I am my [F#]
mother's savage [A] daughter, I will not cut my [D#] hair, I will not lower my voice. _
[Am] _ My mother's child is savage, she looks for her own mothers of stones.
In the faces of cats, in the fall of feathers, in the dancing of fire, and the curve of old bones.
I am my mother's savage [F] daughter, the one who runs, [G] bears, and sings sharp [Em] stones.
I am [Am] my mother's [F] savage daughter, I will not cut [Dm] my hair, I will [E] not lower [Am] my voice.
_ _ My mother's child dances in darkness, she sings heathen songs by the lake.
And watches the stars, she names the planets, and dreams she can reach them with a song and a broom.
I am my mother's [F] savage daughter, the one who [G] runs, bears, and [Em] sings sharp stones.
I [Am] am my mother's [F] savage daughter, I will not [Dm] cut my hair, [E] I will not lower [A] my _
[Am] _ [F] voice.
_ _ [G] _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ _ [E] _ We [Am] are all brought forth out of darkness, into this world through blood and through pain.
And deep in our bones, the old songs are waking, so sing them with voices of thunder and rain.
_ We are our mother's savage daughters, the ones who run, bears, and sing sharp stones.
We are our mother's _ [Dm] savage daughters, we will not cut our hair, [A] we will not lower our [Am]
voice.
We are our mother's savage daughters, the ones who run, bears, and sing sharp stones.
We are our mother's savage daughters, we will not cut our hair, we will not lower our voice.
We are our mother's savage [F] daughters, the ones who run, [G] bears, and sing sharp [Em] stones.
We [Am] are our mother's savage [F] daughters, we will not cut [D] our [Dm] hair, we will [Am] not lower our voice. _ _ _ _ _