Elizabeth Childers

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[Intro 1]
[Am][C][Am][C]
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[Verse 1]
Dust of my [Asus4]dust,
[Am]And dust[C] with my dust,[G]
O, [Asus4]child who died as [Am]you
[C]entered the [G]world,
Dead with my [Asus4]death!
[Am]Not

[Verse 2]
[C]knowing [G]breath,
though [D]you tried [Am]so ha[C]rd,[Am]
With a heart that [C]beat when you lived with me,
[Am]
And stopped when [C]you left me for life
[G]

[Verse 3]
It is [D]well, my child
[Am]For [C]you never trav[G]eled
[Asus4]The long, long way [Am]that begins
with [C]school [G]days,
When [Asus4]little fi[Am]ngers blur
under [C]the tears[G]
That [Asus4]fall on the crooked
[Am]letters[C][Am][A]

[Verse 4]
And the [A]earliest [Am]wound,
[A]whe[C]n a little mate[Am][A]
Leaves you [Am]alone for an[C]other,
And sickness, and the face of [Am]fear by the bed,
[A][Am]
[C]The death of a father or mother
Or shame for them,
[G]Or poverty
[D][C][G][D][C][G]
[Asus4]The maiden
sorrow of [Am]school [C]days end[G]ed
And [Asus4]eyeless n[Am]ature that
[C]makes you [G]drink
From the [Asus4]cup of love,
[Am]Though you know [C]it's [G]poisoned,
To [Asus4]whom would your flower-face have
[C]have been lif[Asus4] ted?[A]
Botan[Am]ist, [C]wea[Am]kling?[A]
Cry of what [C]blood to [Am]yours?
Pure or foul,
[C]for it makes no matter,
It's blood that calls to [G]our blood
And [Asus4]then your children?
[C]Oh, what might they [G]be?[D][Asus4]
And [Am]what your sor[C]row?
[G]Chi[Asus4]ld! Child[C]![G]
Death is [Asus4]better th[C]an life

[Outro 1]
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