Take What You're Given

Lucy Wainwright Roche

Tom: Dm
Intro 
Dm  Am   Dm  F 

Verse 
Dm             Am                    Dm 
Seven Sundays, late for front steps 
                    F             Dm 
Sitting warm in the midday block 
                  Am              Dm 
Little bare feet, dirty forehead 
                     F          Dm 
I can see where your train will stop 

Verse 
                Am                 Dm 
At the point of several mountains 
                  F             Dm 
Sold from one to another tribe 
              Am 
Just a basket baby waiting 
Dm               F          Dm 
Towering at only three feet high 

C F I know 'Take what you're given' Dm I know 'Seen and not heard' C F You left me buckets of ribbons Dm Woven together by flying birds
Verse Am Dm Me and you crept on for hours F Dm Right behind the big blue house Am Dm All the roots of all her flowers F Dm So to feed all our creatures' mouths Verse Am Dm She cried, 'What have you done here? F Dm You girls are the devil's kind!' Am Dm I can't run any faster F Dm Leaving all the battles behind Verse Am Dm After dinner, kitchen quiet F Dm Hot air from the dishes washed Am Dm Just a sink light buzzing brightly F Dm In the front room, TV on
C F I know 'Take what you're given' Dm I know 'Seen and not heard' C F You left me buckets of ribbons Dm Woven together by flying birds
Verse Am Dm And the church sings hallelujah F Dm When you're sitting still and right Am Dm Peering just between two shoulders F Dm Trying to see what the priest looks like
C F I know and also have you Dm I know all things were made C F Lift me to heavier water Dm Just in case I can be saved
Verse Am Dm I will wait here one last morning F Dm Shield my eyes to the blazing sun Am Dm If I scan the streets for warning F Dm I can see when your train will come

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