Joanna Newsom - Soft as chalk

^DSo, so ^Clong ago ^GAnd so far aw^Day ^DWhen time^C was just a line That you fe^Gd me When you wanted to^D stay

^DWe'd talk as s^Coft as chalk Till mo^Grning came, as pale as ^Da pearl

^DNo time, no^C, no time Now, I ^Ghave got all the time in t^Dhe world

^DSay, honey, did y^Bbou belong to me T^Ebell me, honey, was your ^Dmheart at rest when, d^Farling All the mourning ^Cdoves were howling us A ^Bbsong of love's oh god-^Dmawful lawless^Cness, l^Dmaw-^Fles^Dms-ness! ^DSay, honey, did ^Bbyou belong to me ^EbTell me, honey, did I ^Dmpass your test I la^Fy, as still as death, unti^Cl the dawn Whereupon I ^Bbwrested from your god-a^Dmwful lawlessn^Cess, ^DmLaw-^Fless-^Dmness!

I ^Droam around the ti^Cdy grounds Of my dap^Gpled sanator^Cium ^DCoatless, I sit amongst t^Che moles, adrift And I d^Gote upon my pinesap^D gum And the ^Dlight, through the pines in ^Cbrassy tines Lays ^Gover me, dim as ^Drum And th^Dick as molasses, and ^Cso time passes And ^Gso, my heart, tomorrow ^Ccomes

^DI feel you, leaning Out b^Bback with the crickets Loyal ^Ebheart marking the ^Dmsoon-ness darkness

T^Fonight, still the mourning^C doves Will summon us their ^Bbsong Of love's never^Dmdoneing lawless^Cness, l^Dmaw-l^Fess^Dm-ness!

While, ^Dover and over Rear ^Bbup, stand down, lay round Tr^Ebying to sound-out or gue^Dmss the reasons To ^Fsleep like a soldier, ^Cwithout rest But there is no tre^Bbason Where there is ^Dmonly lawless^Cness, ^Dmlaw^F-les^Dms-ness! Dm

In the ^Eblast week Of the last year I^Gm was aware I took a bli^C#nd shot, across the creek At the ^G#black bear When he ro^Ebused me in the night And left me ^C#cowering with my light Calling out W^G#ho is th^Fmere Who's ^Cmthere Who is ^Ebthere

I w^Ebatched you sleep R^Gmepeating my prayer G^C#ive love a little shove And it bec^G#omes terror And now I am ^Ebcalling In a sadness beyond anger And beyond ^C#fear ^G#Who is ^Fmthere Who's ^Cmthere Who is^Eb there

I^D glare and nod Like the ^Ccharacter, God Bearing ^Gdown upon the houses and ^Dlawns I k^Dnew a little bit, But, d^Carling, you were it And, da^Grling, now it is long gone ^{C D}Sweetheart, in your ^Cclean, bright start ^GBack there, behind a hill, and a ^Ddell And a s^Dtate line or two, I'll be^C thinking of you Yes, I'll be t^Ghinking and be wishing you^D well W^De land, I stan^Cd, but I wait for ^Gthe sound of the b^Dell ^DI have to c^Catch a cab and my ba^Ggs are at the ^Ccarousel And t^Dhen Lord, just^C then, time alone w^Dill only tell You morning dove