Lady Divine - Ver 10

D D G When the day, when the day falls to the light D G At the end, oh the end of my time Em G D I call to the dark take the bones off my back Em Em7 G D And I chant to the black you were my lady divine Em7 G 'Cause my children are in hiding D Mortor and pestle they grind Em7 G D Those songs whistled through white teeth do scuff the days Em G D With songs for children to sing Em7 G D Those songs whistled through white teeth do scuff the days Em7 G D With songs for children to sing Em G D (2x) D G When the chairs are tucked into the fading song D G And the silver of their pours has grown long Em G D Oh, they call to the dark, take the bones off my back Em7 G D And they chant to the black you were my lady divine Em G D And they bloat like a bitter wine in their bellies Em G 'Cause the bones have been removed D From their hunched over backs Em7 G And their children are all grown now D Mortor and pestle they grind Em7 G D Those songs whistled through white teeth still scuff the days Em G D With songs for children to sing Em7 G D Those songs whistled through white teeth still scuff the days Em7 G D With songs for children to sing Em G D Those songs for children to sing Em G D (3x)