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Intro: C 

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You, so fleet and youthful, must have split a thousand apples 
      Am                                    F 
Oh, I watched you as you steadied first your heart then your breath 
C                            F 
Venturing out, you scanned a thousand blades of grass 
             Am                            F                        Dm 
And when you drew your bowstring, it was a swift and cordial death 


                    F 
As you stood in the wilderness 
Dm                              F 
Did you feel the silence in the stillness? 
         C            Em        G 
That was me, with you in the forest 
        C                           Em      
For you knew the balances, the balances before us 
F                           C   Am     G   
I was guarding Crystal, Crystal Creek 


      C                      F 
Oh, a tree, it's a record, a home of memories 
          Am                                F 
And every bird springs from an old master's canvas, full in flight 
        C                      F 
And the pond I go to, sparkles in a vast estuary 
Am                                 F                             Dm 
And those men saw nothing, staring drunken through their sites 


                            F 
The one who spied me out as goods to plunder 
  Dm                                F 
I had to show the world that he was not a true hunter 
         C           Em        
That was me, when he saw me naked 
G      C                     Em      
He was interrupting something sacred 
F                           C   Am     G   
I was guarding Crystal, Crystal Creek 


        C                        F 
And the newsmen circled, leaving trails of cigarette butts 
        Am          F 
Machine-like up the hill to Crystal Creek 
 C                            F 
â??James,â?� she said, â??who would do this thing I've seen today. 
  Am                                        F                 Dm 
I cannot hold my mic, my hands are shaking, knees are weak.â?� 


                             F 
â??They found a man and he was wrapped in a deerskin, 
Dm                                F 
Riddled through with boxes of his friends' ammunition. 
         Dm                     G        
Turn the camera off,â?� she said. 
         C          Em        
That was me, oh, my noble animals 
         C                                   Em      
You must act with reverence, with reverence, not like cannibals 
F                           C   Am     G    C 
I was guarding Crystal, Crystal Creek