Foot Of The Manger

C G F Am Awake through the night, and this flood water 'round her C G C G Reminds her of the time and low country boys F Am C G And their bottles without her, though she's on their minds C G F Am Hands in black mud, at the foot of the manger C G C G She'll always be young and free to be wrong F Am C G A black lamb licks the dirt off her feet with it's tongue F C Am C G We are blessed, aren't we, in the shade of these large auburn leaves F C Am C G Unexpectedly we arrive where we’re all meant to be C G F Am Awake through the night, and she prays in the morning C G C G For distance from harm and low country boys F Am C G With their wealth of protection and mean battle-arms C G F Am Hands in black mud, as she sits by the manger C G C G And closes her eyes, the wind blows outside F Am C G A black car pulls the gravel and wants her to ride C G F Am So who will she love, with her head lowed like ashes, C G C G The sky lost tonight, the wind blows outside F Am C G A glass jar in the window, her shape blocks the candle light F C Am C G We are blessed, aren't we, in the shade of these large auburn leaves F C Am C G Unexpectedly we arrive where we’re all meant to be Submitted by Xander A