Winter Birds

[D]  [G]  [C]  [C]  [G/B] [D/Db]  [G] [C]   [A]
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Intro/Outro Chords: Listen for the strumming pattern and incorporate the open E string when needed

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[D]It's the Widow now that owns that angry [G]plow,
[C]The spartan [G/B]Mule and The Crip[D]pled Cow
[D]The fallow field that will [G]yield no more,
[C]As the fox lay s[G/B]leeping beneath her ki[D]tchen floor

[D]The stream can't contain such the wi[G]thering rain,
[C]And from the pa[G/B]sture the fence it is [D]leaning away
[D]The clouds crack and growl
Like some gr[G]eat cat on the prowl
C[C]rying out, "I am, [G/B]I am" over and[D] over again

[D/Db]The days grow short
[G/C]As the nights grow long
[D/Db]The kettle sings its [G/C]tortured song
[D/Db]As many petalled kiss I [G/C]place upon her brow,
[C]Oh, my[G] lady, L[C]ady I am [G]loving yo[D]u now

The winter birds have come back again,
Here the sprightly Chickadee
Gone now is the Willow Wren
In passing greet each other as if old, old friends
And to the voiceless trees
It is their own they will lend

The days grow short
As the nights grow long
The kettle sings its tortured song
As many petalled kiss I place upon her brow,
Oh, my lady, Lady I am loving you now

[G]And though all these things will cha[D]nge,
[G] The memories will [D]remain
[A]As green to gold, and [G]gold to br[D]own
[A]The leaves will fall to[G] feed the gro[D]und
[A]And in their falling, m[G]ake no sou[D]nd
[C]Oh my l[G]ady
[C]Lady I[G] am loving yo[D]u now

I've gathered all my money and I'm goin' to town,
To buy my lady a long and flowing gown
'Cause come tomorrow morning
We're off to the county fair
I'll find a yellow flower
And I will lace it in her hair &