Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E) 🎸 Verse 1: C C/D Am C/D C Birch tree lost its branch one day in violent winter C C/D Am C I said it was grieving, you said it don't feel nothing F G C Am I bet you think everything's in its rightful place C G C That sentiment is man's disgrace 🎸 Verse 2:
C C/D Am C/D C Well the rooks in the trees, they don't half bother me F G/C G C Clawing at my mind with every given opportunity F G C Am C G/C Am It's spring outside, a perilous sky and that terrible clattering sound C G Am "Go ahead, you should go shoot them down" Am G F That's what you said, "you should go shoot them down" 🎸 Verse 3: G Am So hey, that's me C G6 Shooting at a hundred-year-old rookery G Am Oh, look at me Fmaj7 G/C F The definition of futility F That's what they'll say anyway F Won't they, babe? 🎸 Verse 4: C C/D Am C C/D C So I'll go back to working through the gentle hours of the evening C F Am G/C C Where the weather and the wine and the company treat me easily F G C Am Unknowing am I of the wind that took my eye F G/C C Unknowing am I of the wind 🎸 Outro: F G C Am Unknowing am I of the wind that took my eye C G C Unknowing am I of the wind