Autumn chords by Joanna Newsom

Verse:
Am   C      G   F
Driven through by her own sword,
Am    C     G   F
summer died last night, alone.
Am    C      G   F
Even the ghosts huddled up for warmth.
Am     C    G    F
Autumn has come to my hometown.


Verse:
Am    C    G   F
Friendly voices, dead and gone,
Am     C     G    F
 singing, Star of the country down...
 Am    C      G      F
(even the ghosts help raise the barn,
 Am   C    G   F
here, now, in my hometown)

Chorus:

F    Eb   D

  D        C
— when, out of the massing
     Bb   G     Bb  C  D
that bodes and bides, in the cold west,
D    C    Bb
flew a waxwing, who froze
   G    Bb C  D
and died against my breast!
 D         C
And all the while, rain,
       Bb   G
like a weed in the tide,
 Bb  C  D
swans and lists, down
   C      Bb   G
on the gossiping lawns,
  Bb  C  D
saying tsk tsk tsk.


Verse:

Am     C        G     F
I may have changed. It's hard to gauge.
Am     C      G    F
Time won't account for how I've aged.
Am    C      G    F
Would I could tie your lying tongue,
   Am    C    G     F
who says that leaving keeps you young.
Am   C  G   F
And I have got no control
Am    C    G   F
over my heart, over my mind.
Am   C     G     F
Over the hills, the rainclouds roll.
Am   C     G    F
I'll winter here, wait for a sign


Chorus:

F   D#  D

D
to cast myself
  C    Bb
out, over the water,
  G    Bb C   D
riven like a wishbone.
D
You'd hardly guess
 D    C         Bb
I was my own mother's daughter;
    G      Bb  C  D
I ain't naturally given to roam.
D            C
And I lay low, when I return, and I move
 Bb    G
like a gurney
   Bb   C   D
whose wheels are squeaking,
 D         C
alone, here in my home,
   Bb
and I laugh,
    G
when you speak of my
Bb  C   D
pleasure-seeking


Bridge:

 Fmaj7
     Eb C Bb F G
among the tall pines,
D     C Bb G Bb C D
along the lay-lines.
Fmaj7      Eb C Bb F G
Here, where the loon keens.
D        C Bb G Bb C D
There, where the moon leans.
Fmaj7 Eb   C   Bb    F   G
There where I know my violent love lays down,

D   C   Bb   G   Bb C  D
in a row of silent, dove-gray days.
      C   Bb G  Bb  C  D
Here, in a row of silent, dove-gray days.

Verse:

Am    C     G   F
Wherever I go, I am snowbound
  Am     C     G    F
by thoughts of him whom I would sun.
 Am     C   G   F
I loved them all, one by one.
Am     C     G   F
Cannot gain ground, cannot outrun;
Am    C G  F
but time marches along.
Am     C   G    F
You can't always stick around.
Am      C    G    F
But, when the final count is done,
 Am  G   F  Em
I will be in my hometown.
    Bb  G     C
I will be in my hometown.


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