Mewithoutyou – Four Fires chords

Intro (and verses):  Em—Asus2  (x2)
Em                                   Asus2Dear seven sisters, all is distance here All look into never 
Em                                   Asus2out of every face I'll let you be my belief if I can be your doubt
Em                                   Asus2Signed from Persia: Kind subversion of a kind I couldn't say
Em                                   Asus2As our blessed lack of conversation Has kept me alive so far today

Em                                   Asus2 (x2)

Em                                   Asus2All my savings soon were spent, so in the vales of early Fall
Em                                   Asus2Under table, covered rent by packing bales of barley straw
Em                                   Asus2With efforts held to circumvent the watchful eye of federal law
Em                                   Asus2And mama, though I've been so alone

G              D            Asus2My faith in love is still devout  (x 4)

Em                                   Asus2With solemn sounds the potter's ground beneath our bare wandering feet
Em                                   Asus2Our crooked hearts in Sacred Harp sang out of the dark inside us deep
Em                                   Asus2Their shapes of sorrow fell like shadows on the farm-to-market roads
Em                                   Asus2That led my stumbling steps back home
Em                                   Asus2But mama why four fires burning? Why so quiet Father's room?
Em                                   Asus2Has he not heard his son returning? or has he gone to gather food?
Em                                   Asus2Or is he stomping in the forest? or has he wandered into town?
Em                                   Asus2"Son, I think it's best that you sit down-

G              D            Asus2His faith in love was still devout..." (x 7, x1 over last 'devout')

Bm       G          A           GMama, sing my favorite hymn  As I sink deep into the grass
Bm       G          A           GAnd the night birds beat me with their wings With horrid laughter as they pass
Bm       G          A           GThe stage goes dim, its pageants finished Fleeting worlds to which I've clung with a now extinguished longing 
Bm       G          A           GMama, sing my favorite hymn Where we make ploughshares from our swords
Bm       G          A           GAnd the mason's barber trim  our Christmas tree In the Oneness of the Lord
Bm       G          A           GWhat grace surrounds! what strange perfection! Mamma, sing my favorite hymn
Remind me Everyone is him