The bells will ring, church steeple's catching fire
And if you promise spring then I know you are a liar
Cause in the spring, tender grasses won't burn easily
The thrushes sing, still my lover won't return to me
Wild parsnips they still scar my lungs, while thistles will burn my feet
And if you join our Chorus, you'll never fear anymore
So here comes the Chorus, we will meet on a fatal shore
Souverian, souverian, the elder
Souverian, souverian, the free
Souverian, souverian, the felled heart
So very young, so very young were we
Birds will sing, still my lover won't return to me
You promise spring, still my lover won't return to me
Wild parsnips scar my lungs, and the thistles are burning my feet
So here comes the Chorus, you will never fear anymore
If you join our Chorus, we will meet on a fatal shore
G?(for this section, I finger pick the bottom three strings,
playing eight counts and then the bottom string open for eight counts, alternating.
We were so very young, still my lover won't return to me
Thrushes sing, still my lover won't return to me
Wild parsnips they still scar my lungs, while thistles still burn my feet