mewithoutYou – Four Fires (Guitar)

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Intro (and verses): EmAsus2 (x2)
Em                                   Asus2
Dear seven sisters, all is distance here All look into never 

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out of every face I'll let you be my belief if I can be your doubt

Em                                   Asus2
Signed from Persia: Kind subversion of a kind I couldn't say

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As our blessed lack of conversation Has kept me alive so far today
Em Asus2 (x2)
Em                                   Asus2
All my savings soon were spent, so in the vales of early Fall

Em                                   Asus2
Under table, covered rent by packing bales of barley straw

Em                                   Asus2
With efforts held to circumvent the watchful eye of federal law

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And mama, though I've been so alone

G              D            Asus2
My faith in love is still devout  (x 4)

Em                                   Asus2
With solemn sounds the potter's ground beneath our bare wandering feet

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Our crooked hearts in Sacred Harp sang out of the dark inside us deep

Em                                   Asus2
Their shapes of sorrow fell like shadows on the farm-to-market roads

Em                                   Asus2
That led my stumbling steps back home

Em                                   Asus2
But mama why four fires burning? Why so quiet Father's room?

Em                                   Asus2
Has he not heard his son returning? or has he gone to gather food?

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Or is he stomping in the forest? or has he wandered into town?

Em                                   Asus2
"Son, I think it's best that you sit down-

G              D            Asus2
His faith in love was still devout..." (x 7, x1 over last 'devout')

Bm       G          A           G
Mama, sing my favorite hymn  As I sink deep into the grass

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And the night birds beat me with their wings With horrid laughter as they pass

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The stage goes dim, its pageants finished Fleeting worlds to which I've clung with a now extinguished longing 

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Mama, sing my favorite hymn Where we make ploughshares from our swords

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And the mason's barber trim  our Christmas tree In the Oneness of the Lord

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What grace surrounds! what strange perfection! Mamma, sing my favorite hymn
Remind me Everyone is him