Crowswallow Teclado

	  
 





C                          G6 
My mind may drift from the walls of my skin 
    C                      G6 
But I will not wander too far 
C                               G6 
For those who are pulled by the ivory sun 
          C                  G6 
Know that home is a labor of fire 

    Am                G6 
And I may have nursed their honey-bright wounds 
    C             G6         Am 
And cradled their rhythms to rest 
            C       G6 
But I am no dreamer 
            C       G6    Am 
I could not keep my hands clean 

   C                       G6 
So I will not grieve those bent to receive 
C                         G6 
Seeds that could never be sown 
    C                     G6 
And I will not lust those courtesies past 
          C                        G6 
They have flickered but not chosen me 

    Am                          G6 
And when they march by in their motherly smiles 
C       G6             Am 
Swaying their motherly hips 
         C      G6 
I cannot follow 
         C    G6    Am 
I cannot keep their pace 

 

C                 G6 
Time has a way of stealing our breath 
    C                          G6 
And milking the light from our pores 
    C                    G6 
And many will fill their oak barrel wombs 
     C                   G6 
With patience instead of desire 

Am                 G6 
One cannot curse a crow for her course 
   C                G6           Am 
Or choose where her feathers may fall 
        C       G6 
I am no swallow 
        C        G6 
I am no spring bird