Prologue chords by Heirloom

Chords with lyrics

Tuning: Standard (E MajorE A augmentedA D MajorD G+G BB E MajorE)

Intro:
G+G D MajorD A augmentedA G+G

Verse 1:
B minorBm              G+G
These are the fruits I'm all over
D MajorD              A augmentedA
Theirs are the leaves that I steep
B minorBm              G+G
These are the grapes that are ripe and
D MajorD            A augmentedA
Theirs is the vintage I keep

Verse 2:
G+G
Beyond in a field God fallowed
D MajorD           A augmentedA
Stand black birds in a row
G+G
They've eaten the seeds I can't swallow
   D MajorD              A augmentedA
I've planted the seeds they can't sow

Verse 3:
B minorBm               G+G
I've sipped the wine that would poison
D MajorD                  A augmentedA
They've pecked the stones that would choke
B minorBm            G+G
I've built a scarecrow of straw and
D MajorD              A augmentedA
They cock their heads at my joke

Verse 4:
  G+G
And I cock my head as I watch them
D MajorD               A augmentedA
They cawed and chirped on the ground
 G+G
I whispered my life in the quiet
D MajorD           A augmentedA
They flew away at the sound

Verse 5:
       B minorBm         G+G
That was the summer that's over
D MajorD            A augmentedA
This is the fall that's begun
       BB          G+G
Stand on the spot where I started
   D MajorD         A augmentedA
Those birds fly into the sun

Bridge:
        G+G
And that's the light that's gone out
      G+G
That's the sun that has set
    D MajorD           A augmentedA
I will watch the horizon all evening
         G+G
I'll watch until I forget

Interlude:
G+G D MajorD A augmentedA
G+G D MajorD A augmentedA

Verse 6:
B minorBm           G+G
This is the harvest I'm left with
D MajorD              A augmentedA
Bare vines aligned in their rows
B minorBm            G+G
No grapes or birds for a season
 D MajorD        A augmentedA
A majorA season buried in snow

Verse 7:
    G+G
Now if grapes are rather like language
D MajorD           A augmentedA
I sip the wine of the fruit
  G+G
My words are all one of vintage
  D MajorD           A augmentedA
My words are a fruitless pursuit