Jethro Tull – Roots To Branches (Guitar)

Bm               G A
Words get written.

Bm               G A
Words get twisted.

Bm                G  A   Bm           G A
Old meanings move in the drift of time.

A
Lift the flickering torches.

    A
See gentle shadows change

    Bm
The features of the faces

         Bm
Cut in unmoving stone.

D   E          A      G
Bad mouth on a prayer day,

Bm
Hope no one's listening.

D     E           G   A
Roots down in the wet clay,

F#
Branches glistening.

Bm           G A
True disciples

Bm             G A
carrying that message

Bm             G A
To colour just a little

Bm             G A
With their personal touch.

A
Home-spun fancy weavers

    A
And naked half-believers

Bm
Crusades and creeds descend like fiery flakes of snow.

D   E          A      G
Bad mouth on a prayer day,

Bm
Hope no one's listening.

D     E           G   A
Roots down in the wet clay,

F#
Branches glistening.

F#
Roots to branches roots to branches roots to branches.

Bm                          G A
In wet and windy priest-holes.

Bm                      G A
Grand in vast cathedrals.

Bm                    G A
High on lofty minarets

          Bm              G A
Or in the temples of doom.

           A
I hope the old man's got his face on.

            A
He'd better be some quick change artist.

Bm
Suffer little children to make their minds up soon.

D   E          A      G
Bad mouth on a prayer day,

Bm
Hope no one's listening.

D     E           G   A
Roots down in the wet clay,

F#
Branches glistening.

F#
Roots to branches roots to branches roots to branches.

F#
Roots to branches roots to branches roots to branches.