Resurrection Fern

C (I) - Em (iii) - F (IV) - C (I) - G (V) |2 m.| |2 m.| |1 m.| |1 m.| |2 m.| = 8 measure phrase F (IV) - C (I) - F (IV) - G(V) (2x) |1 m.| |1 m.| |1 m.| |1 m.| = 8 measure phrase Listen to the recording (especially the live recording from Pabst) to get the rhythm down. It's not too difficult and is a great song. Resurrection Fern In our days, we will live like our ghosts will live. Pitching glass at the corn-field crows and folding clothes. Like stubborn boys across the road, we'll keep everything. Grandma's gun and the black bear claw that took her dog. And when sister Lowry says Amen, we won't hear anything. The ten car train will take that word; that fledgling bird. And the fallen house across the way, it'll keep everything. The baby's breath, our bravery wasted and our shame. And we'll undress beside the ashes of the fire, Both our tender bellies wound in bailing wire. All the more, a pair of underwater pearls, than the oak tree and its resurrection fern. In our days, we will say what our ghosts will say. We gave the world what it saw fit and what we get. Like stubborn boys with big, green eyes, we'll keep everything. In the tepid shade of the autumn leaves and the buzzard's wing. (chorus and outro) *