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Tom: Am

(Am    E       F     E)
Bird, you've so many hearts on your sleeve
One for each feather, though you never see
Blue eyes blink bright lights, through leaves on the trees
From seeds that did grow where you sowed

You'll never have nowhere to go

Look at this silver and gold
Shook through a tangle of thorns

Bird, we've so many days spent beside
This sulk of a river, now we're deep down dyed
Into the marrow and out with the tide
With all that you have and I hold

You'll never have nowhere to go

Your heart it holds more than you hands
Not  bought or sold, more than mountains

Look at this silver and gold

You'll never have nowhere to go...