G G Em She'd been coughing up blood since the dogwoods bloomed C D Em Seventeen that spring and confined to her room G Em At night her heart pounded against her chest C D Em Death, like a bird, was building its nest D Am And so, on the last day of her short life, C G Emily called for her father's penknife D Am She sawed at her head till the floor pooled with hair C Em and braided a watch chain for father to wear
G Em She'd laughed at the graveyard on one sip of wine C D Em and kept a pet duck till the cat crushed its spine G Em But, waltzing one night in a red velvet dress, C D Em she noticed a whistling down in her chest D Am And so, on the last day of her short life, C G Emily called for her father's penknife D Am She sawed at her head till the floor pooled with hair C Em and braided a watch chain for father to wear G Em Propped up on pillows, she watched the snow fall, C D Em trying to picture an end to it all G Em By spring there'd be picnics and merry-go-rounds, C D Em but she'd be nothing but bones in the ground D Am And so, on the last day of her short life, C G Emily called for her father's penknife D Am She sawed at her head till the floor pooled with hair C Em and braided a watch chain for father to wear