All The Trees Are Hers

[C]
[C/B]
[Am]
[Am7/G]
[F]
[Gsus4]
[G]
[E]

[C]All the [C/B]trees are [Am]hers
And the [Am7/G]bees and [F]furs
[Gsus4]Not exactly [G]hymns but hers

[C]All the [C/B]skies are [Am]fine
And the [Am7/G]beasts with [F]spurs
[Gsus4]Not exactly [G]wings, flutters

[C]oo[C/B]h,  [Am]     [Am7/G]           [F]             [Gsus4]                   [G]

[C]And the [C/B]nights with [Am]stars
And the [Am7/G]cold shud[F]ders
Pre[Gsus4]cise and order[G]ly clutters
[C]After [C/B]quite some [Am]time
We'll be [Am7/G]who we [F]were
[Gsus4]I will certain[G]ly trust her

[Am9]When the time comes to[Gsus4] die
When the time comes to [Am9]die
Will we steal the [E]truth in it?
[Am9]Cuz when the time comes to[Gsus4] die
Blow the dust and close your [Am9]eyes
Will we believe the [E]truth in it?

[C]All the [C/B]trees are [Am9]hers
Tall and [Amin7]green [G]and [F]worse
To [Gsus4]pollinate the [G]cup butter

[C]Even a[C/B]pple [Am9]trees
With re[Amin7]luctan[G]t [F]worms
Can [Gsus4]satisfy her [G]needs for sure

[C]And the [C/B]rhubarb [Am9]burst
Through the [Amin7]dark r[G]ich [F]earth
Makes the [Gsus4]sweetest inter[G]mittent purr

[C]And what is [C/B]fallow [Am9]now
Will come [Amin7]to des[G]er[F]ve
Gsux4         [G]
Poetry's most lovely words