Bird Of The Summer
A Fine FrenzyVersions3
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
A, D, AYou came with the season, as the first swallow sangA brown headed stranger, with a five-letter namedooodoodooWe planted our kisses where the wild berries growmy feet sprouted wings and I flew all the way homedooodoodooMy cheeks red like fire engines racingstraight to the heat of your skinand I know our days are numbered,early bird of the summeryou'll fly south just as the fall beginsThe leaves changed their colors and the schoolyards were filledMy coat with the patches barely keeps out the chilldooodoodooYou sent me a postcard from a town out of state,I wish it were warmer and I hope you're the samedooodoodooThe fields where we wandered were goldenNow only muddy my bootsand I know I should recover,you're a bird of the summer,I was wrong to try and capture youA, D, A 2xF#m, E, Bm, D, A, DFlightF#m, E, Bm, D, A, DFlightD, E, A 2x*******Gone is the pale hand of winterHere is the first flush of mayAnd soon I will discoverwhether birds of the summerfly in circles or just fly away
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Readable chord sheet for Bird Of The Summer by A Fine Frenzy
A, D, A
A
You came with the season, as the first swallow sang
A brown headed stranger, with a five-letter name
D Bm A
dooodoodoo
A
We planted our kisses where the wild berries grow
my feet sprouted wings and I flew all the way home
D Bm A
dooodoodoo
F#m D A
My cheeks red like fire engines racing
F#m D A
straight to the heat of your skin
F#m D
and I know our days are numbered,
A D
early bird of the summer
A E A
you'll fly south just as the fall begins
A
The leaves changed their colors and the schoolyards were filled
My coat with the patches barely keeps out the chill
D Bm A
dooodoodoo
A
You sent me a postcard from a town out of state,
I wish it were warmer and I hope you're the same
D Bm A
dooodoodoo
F#m D A
The fields where we wandered were golden
F#m D A
Now only muddy my boots
F#m D
and I know I should recover,
A D
you're a bird of the summer,
A E A
I was wrong to try and capture you
A, D, A 2x
F#m, E, Bm, D, A, D
Flight
F#m, E, Bm, D, A, D
Flight
A
D, E, A 2x
*******
F#m D A
Gone is the pale hand of winter
F#m D A
Here is the first flush of may
F#m D
And soon I will discover
A D
whether birds of the summer
A E A
fly in circles or just fly away