Tom: G
Bm
Bm
The white ducks fly on past the sun,
A Bm
their wings flash silver at the moon.
Bm
While waters rush down the mountain tongue,
A Bm
my organs play a circus tune.
A Bm
I dance to the wonder of your feet,
A Bm
and sing to the joy of your knees.
Bm
The cold white dress on the mountain breast,
A Bm
paints the frozen trees.
Bm
The maple plants patterns in the sky,
A Bm
it s leaves to kiss the wind
Bm
While scores of glittering bugs and flies,
A Bm
dance polkas on her limbs.
A Bm
I whistle symphonies of your face,
A Bm
and laugh for your hair so fine.
Bm
In startled greens of playground grass,
A Bm
a child jumps rope to rhyme.
Bm
Reeds and brass, the marching drums,
A Bm
make a joyous sound
Bm
Trees bend low with nuts and plums,
A Bm
then fall to find the ground.
A Bm
I hunger for your porpoise mouth,
A Bm
and stand erect for love.
Bm
The sun burns up the winter sky,
A Bm
and all the earth is love.
* Alternate:
Capo IV
Bm = Am
A = G
