C in the yard, beh G ind the church where
Bb butterflies and bl F ackbirds search for
G# a safe place to G rest the night awa C y
C we will go down G to the brook and
Bb sit upon the F overlook then
G# forget about the tr G oubles of the C day
*Here comes the part with a sliding guitar or something*
we will walk among the graves of
men long dead with presidents' names and
listen to the water flow softly by
i will kiss you on the lips now
and as the sky grows dark we'll strip down
and let the water wash away all lies
in the yard, behind the church where
butterflies and blackbirds perch on
gray stones as the garden's growing dim
we will lay down on the ground and
put our cheeks against the dirt down
where it no longer matters
where you've been
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