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Winter Birds by Ray Lamontagne
Album: Gossip in the Grain
By: Ryan Lecher
Just a quick one to give some of you an idea…find the strum pattern out yourself
Song is tuned down a step and in Drop C I believe…
So basically drop D tuning tuned down a step
Chords: Please use these as a reference since I am not sure if they are labeled correctly below
--2--3--0--3---3---2-----3----0----------------------------------------|
--3--0--1--1---0---2----------2----------------------------------------|
--2--4--0--0---0---2-----3----2----------------------------------------|
--0--0--2--2---0---0-----0----2----------------------------------------|
--------3--3---2---------5----0----------------------------------------|
-----5-------------------5---------------------------------------------|
Intro/Outro Chords: Listen for the strumming pattern and incorporate the open E string when needed
---7---5-----7---3---2------------------------------------|l
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---7-s-6-----7-s-4-s-2------------------------------------|l
---0---0--0--0---0---0------------------------------------|l
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It's the Widow now that owns that angry plow
The spartan Mule and The Crippled Cow
The fallow field that will yield no more
As the fox lay sleeping beneath her kitchen floor
The stream can't contain such the withering rain
And from the pasture the fence it is leaning away
The clouds crack and growl
Like some great cat on the prowl
Crying out "I am I am" over and over again
The days grow short
As the nights grow long
The kettle sings its tortured song
As many petalled kiss I place upon her brow
Oh my lady Lady I am loving you now
The winter birds have come back again
Here the sprightly Chickadee
Gone now is the Willow Wren
In passing greet each other as if old old friends
And to the voiceless trees
It is their own they will lend
The days grow short
As the nights grow long
The kettle sings its tortured song
As many petalled kiss I place upon her brow
Oh my lady Lady I am loving you now
And though all these things will change
The memories will remain
As green to gold and gold to brown
The leaves will fall to feed the ground
And in their falling make no sound
Oh my lady
Lady I am loving you now
I've gathered all my money and I'm goin' to town
To buy my lady a long and flowing gown
'Cause come tomorrow morning
We're off to the county fair
I'll find a yellow flower
And I will lace it in her hair