Morning Hollow (Acordes)

Tabbed by Blackmirth







       D              A

in the silver morning hollow

        G             D

trembling and getting old

         D            A

smelling burnt oil of heaven

          G                 D

about ten years, too big to hold



               A         G               D

she don't get up when I come into the room

           A               G          D

she don't run through the fields anymore



        D                A

built a fire in the kitchen

        G           D

made her bed by a stove

      D            A

took a walk to the graveyard

        G               D

but she didn't want to go



           A              G           D

she don't worry all them murders of crows

     A                 G            D

even though they was always out of reach



               A         G               D

she don't get up when I come into the room

           A               G          D

she don't run through the fields anymore