Alela Diane - Lady divine

^DWhen the day, when the day falls to the^G light ^DAt the end, oh the end of^G my time ^EmI call to the da^Grk take the b^Dones off my back ^EmAnd I ch^Em7ant to the^G black you were m^Dy lady divine ^Em7'Cause my children ^Gare in hiding Mortor an^Dd pestle they grind

^Em7Those songs whistled through ^Gwhite teeth do scuff th^De days ^EmWith songs for chi^Gldren to s^Ding ^Em7Those songs whistled through w^Ghite teeth do scuff th^De days ^Em7With songs for ch^Gildren to si^Dng

^DWhen the chairs are tucked into the fa^Gding song ^DAnd the silver of their pours ha^Gs grown long ^EmOh, they call to the d^Gark, take the bones ^Doff my back ^Em7And they chant to the bl^Gack you were my lad^Dy divine ^EmAnd they bloat like a bitter^G wine in their be^Dllies

^Em'Cause the bones have bee^Gn removed From their ^Dhunched over backs ^Em7And their children are all^G grown now Mortor and p^Destle they grind

^Em7Those songs whistled through ^Gwhite teeth still scuff the d^Days ^EmWith songs for chil^Gdren to si^Dng ^Em7Those songs whistled through w^Ghite teeth still scuff the d^Days ^Em7With songs for chi^Gldren to si^Dng ^EmThose songs for ch^Gildren to s^Ding