Take What You're Given

	  		
Intro 
Dm  Am   Dm  F 

Verse 
Dm             Am                    Dm 
Seven Sundays, late for front steps 
                    F             Dm 
Sitting warm in the midday block 
                  Am              Dm 
Little bare feet, dirty forehead 
                     F          Dm 
I can see where your train will stop 

Verse 
                Am                 Dm 
At the point of several mountains 
                  F             Dm 
Sold from one to another tribe 
              Am 
Just a basket baby waiting 
Dm               F          Dm 
Towering at only three feet high 

  C     F 
I know "Take what you're given" 
                     Dm 
I know "Seen and not heard" 
    C       F 
You left me buckets of ribbons 
                         Dm 
Woven together by flying birds
 

Verse 
                 Am            Dm 
Me and you crept on for hours 
                 F               Dm 
Right behind the big blue house 
                 Am               Dm 
All the roots of all her flowers 
                   F          Dm 
So to feed all our creatures' mouths 

Verse 
            Am                       Dm 
She cried, "What have you done here? 
                  F             Dm 
You girls are the devil's kind!" 
        Am              Dm 
I can't run any faster 
                F         Dm 
Leaving all the battles behind 

Verse 
              Am             Dm 
After dinner, kitchen quiet 
                 F              Dm 
Hot air from the dishes washed 
                  Am                Dm 
Just a sink light buzzing brightly 
                   F  Dm 
In the front room, TV on 

  C     F 
I know "Take what you're given" 
                     Dm 
I know "Seen and not heard" 
    C       F 
You left me buckets of ribbons 
                         Dm 
Woven together by flying birds
 

Verse 
                     Am          Dm 
And the church sings hallelujah 
                    F                Dm 
When you're sitting still and right 
               Am                   Dm 
Peering just between two shoulders 
                       F            Dm 
Trying to see what the priest looks like 

  C        F 
I know and also have you 
                       Dm 
I know all things were made 
     C     F 
Lift me to heavier water 
                      Dm 
Just in case I can be saved 


Verse 
                 Am                Dm 
I will wait here one last morning 
                      F            Dm 
Shield my eyes to the blazing sun 
              Am                   Dm 
If I scan the streets for warning 
                    F          Dm 
I can see when your train will come