Cifras
Saint Francis

Tom: G

Introdução:  G   C/G   G   C/G   G  

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                                             C/G       G 
Saint Francis walking on the water
                                       C/G         G                     D 
All his lambs have gone to slaughter
                                                         C 
And all the creatures who receive his grace
         G                                             D                           G 
You can see them all in his haggard face
                                             C/G         G 
Saint Francis begging at your doorway
                                                                                     C/G               G         D 
You want to let him in, but what will the neighbours say
                                                                             C 
And you know you can't go on, but you can't give up
               G                                       D                         G 
And he answers you with his begging cup
                                             C/G         G 
Saint Francis sitting at your table
                             C/G           G                   D 
A cup of tea among the faithful
                                                         C 
Behind a wall that's made of little lies
                 G                                   D                           G       D 
Much to your surprise, you start to cry
                                                                 C 
And by these wounds you will be whole again
                   G                           D 
By these signs you will know
                                                               C                       Em 
You'll feel a stirring in your soul again
                                                       F                 G 
'Til sweet amnesia takes a hold
                                               C/G       G 
Saint Francis sleeping in the meadow
                             C/G         G               D 
His halo is a raven's shadow
                                                           C 
He's been sleeping for eight hundred years
           G                                           D 
In a potter's field full of sparrow's tears
                                                                 C 
And while we sleep and dream of heaven's gates
           G                                 D                             G 
Down here on earth the old man waits