Beneath The Lindens

F#m A D Bm D D A A A D I draw the outline of a tree, I see memories of me Bm D A As a young girl in a small town, underneath the linden trees A D I drew pictures, I wrote poems, I spent all my time alone Bm A 'Neath the lindens in the graveyard close by my mother's home F#m A D Bm D A D Well, my voice, it had a closed door, there was a closed door to my heart Bm D A I liked the quiet of my own time, liked the view from far apart A D But you saw me in the shadows and you brought me to the light Bm A And I listened as you taught me all the new things I could like D A There were flowers on the graves D Bm There were lost and there were saved D D There were days upon endless days A 'Neath the lindens F#m A D Bm D D D A D Bm D D A A A A D I found clarity and strength in the pages I would write Bm D A And I found I had my own thoughts; that yours weren't always mine A D So I went back to the shadows of a winter in my home Bm A And you watched my every move from behind the gravestones A D Well, you fought to keep me with you and I fought to stay alone Bm D A and though my childhood was ending, I wasn't ready to let it go A D Bees in springtime look for nectar, how the sweetness fills the well Bm A Leaves you empty when it's gone 'til you find it in yourself D A There were flowers on the graves D Bm There were lost and there were saved D D There were days upon endless days D A There were flowers on the graves D Bm There were lost and there were saved D D There were days upon endless days A 'Neath the lindens D A D Bm D D D A D Bm D D A A