Four Fires chords by MewithoutYou

Four Fires

Intro (and verses): Em?Asus2 (x2)
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Dear seven sisters, all is distance here All look into never
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out of every face I'll let you be my belief if I can be your doubt
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Signed from Persia: Kind subversion of a kind I couldn't say
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As our blessed lack of conversation Has kept me alive so far today

Em                  Asus2 (x2)

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All my savings soon were spent, so in the vales of early Fall
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Under table, covered rent by packing bales of barley straw
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With efforts held to circumvent the watchful eye of federal law
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And mama, though I've been so alone

G       D      Asus2
My faith in love is still devout (x 4)

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With solemn sounds the potter's ground beneath our bare wandering feet
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Our crooked hearts in Sacred Harp sang out of the dark inside us deep
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Their shapes of sorrow fell like shadows on the farm-to-market roads
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That led my stumbling steps back home
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But mama why four fires burning? Why so quiet Father's room?
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Has he not heard his son returning? or has he gone to gather food?
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Or is he stomping in the forest? or has he wandered into town?
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"Son, I think it's best that you sit down-

G       D      Asus2
His faith in love was still devout..." (x 7, x1 over last 'devout')

Bm    G     A      G
Mama, sing my favorite hymn As I sink deep into the grass
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And the night birds beat me with their wings With horrid laughter as they pass
Bm    G     A      G
The stage goes dim, its pageants finished Fleeting worlds to which I've clung with a now extinguished longing
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Mama, sing my favorite hymn Where we make ploughshares from our swords
Bm    G     A      G
And the mason's barber trim our Christmas tree In the Oneness of the Lord
Bm    G     A      G
What grace surrounds! what strange perfection! Mamma, sing my favorite hymn