Prologue

G D A G Bm G These are the fruits I'm all over D A Theirs are the leaves that I steep Bm G These are the grapes that are ripe and D A Theirs is the vintage I keep G Beyond in a field God fallowed D A Stand black birds in a row G They've eaten the seeds I can't swallow D A I've planted the seeds they can't sow Bm G I've sipped the wine that would poison D A They've pecked the stones that would choke Bm G I've built a scarecrow of straw and D A They cock their heads at my joke G And I cock my head as I watch them D A They cawed and chirped on the ground G I whispered my life in the quiet D A They flew away at the sound Bm G That was the summer that's over D A This is the fall that's begun B G Stand on the spot where I started D A Those birds fly into the sun G And that's the light that's gone out G That's the sun that has set D A I will watch the horizon all evening G I'll watch until I forget G D A G D A Bm G This is the harvest I'm left with D A Bare vines aligned in their rows Bm G No grapes or birds for a season D A A season buried in snow G Now if grapes are rather like language D A I sip the wine of the fruit G My words are all one of vintage D A My words are a fruitless pursuit