The Drought

[Em]Unruly [Bm]type of [A]sun,

[Em]willing [Bm]to spare [A]no one

[Em]From the [Bm]plains up to the [A]peaks

This [Em]heat's stealing [Bm]faith from the [A]weak

Amidst the [Em]burning [Bm]breeze   [A]

from the [Em]ground up through the [Bm]trees   [A]

I hear the [Em]birds com[Bm]plain   [A]

about the [Em]lack of the [Bm]rain    [A]

[A]And it's not the same [Em]life   [Bm]         [A]

here the [Em]morning's like a [Bm]knife    [A]

and the [Em]river's been bone [Bm]dry      [A]

where the [Em]day is not fond of [Bm]light [A]

Glory to the night
Shade has been hard to find
From the plains up to the peaks
This heat's stealing faith from the weak

Amidst the burning breeze
From the ground up through the trees
I hear the birds complain about the lack of the rain

[Em]It's bearing down on [C]me

[Em]no clouds in the [C]sky

[Em]I hear the pines crack and [C]cry

[Em]"There's no reason to [C]try."

And it's not the same life
here the morning's like a knife
and the river's been bone dry
where the day is not fond of light.

It's bearing down on me
no clouds in the sky
I hear the pines crack and cry
"There's no reason to try."