The Mountain Goats – Onions (Guitar)

E
   the last white slabs of snow

A
   melted off seven weeks ago.

E
   and the geese are headed north again

A
   through the tightening sky,

          E                   B
and i can feel my heart in my throat again

E                            A
   new onions growing in the ground.

E
   the cows come gingerly out of the barn,

A
   and when they see that the ground is warm,

            E
they pick up a little speed, it makes me feel so good,

      A
and i feel it rushing down my throat -- fresh blood,

       E                       B
i head out onto the earth, its cold heart is melting,

E                        A
   i don't know if i can stand it.

             E                            B
springtime's coming, that means you'll be coming back around.

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   new onions growing underground, underground.