Tom: G
Introdução: A E F# B A E
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My roots are deeper than the bones the others
F#m
My colors they change with the sun
Bm
My branches we're higher than anything on the hillside
F#m
On the day that I watched them all come
Bm
Some wear the color of the sky in the winter
F#m
Some we're as blue as the night
Bm
They came like a storm with the light of the morning
F#m E F#m
And they fell thru the whole day and night
A E A
Colors flew high and they danced in the sky
F#m D
As I watched them come over the hill
A E A
Then to my wonder sticks that made thunder
F#m D
Such a great number lay still
Bm
When the light came again there was death on the wind
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As the buzzards made way for the worms
Bm
And the little white trees that don't bend in the breeze
F#m E F#m
For the ones that will never return
A E
Colors flew high and they danced in the sky
F#m D
As I watched them come over the hill
A E
Then to my wonder sticks that made thunder
F#m D
Such a great number lay still
Bm
Those that have fallen they come when I call them
F#m
And answer the best that they can
Bm
But all they can see is what they used to be
F#m
And that's all that they understand
A E
The colors flew high and they danced in the sky
F#m D
As I watched them come over the hill
A E
Then to my wonder sticks that made thunder
F#m D
Such a great number lay still
A E
Colors flew high and they danced in the sky
F#m D
As I watched them come over the hill
A E
Then to my wonder sticks that made thunder
F#m D
Such a great number lay still