My Dove My Lamb Chords


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My Dove My Lamb

Capo on 6th fret

, Key of F# 
(standard tuning EADGBe) 

C/G         F            G           F       C 

C/G                          F            
I remember evenings when my dad would sing 
G                       F          C 
Hiding in the hallways, I am listening 
C/G                             F 
Keeping still my body until it?s borne aloft 
G                                   F                  C 
Her hair is soft her breath is soft and her name is soft 
C/G                             F     
And gather me completely in her sighing hands 
C/G     G           C 
My dove my dove my lamb 

F       C/G                

Born with ocean thunder underneath our veins 
Lonelier than cows left standing in the rain 
Holy when our weight into the waves is tossed 
Though ships get lost and fish get lost and names get lost 
She will wait to greet me where it meets dry land 
My dove my dove my lamb 

So be careful of that language some words are stones 
They?ll lead you out from town and leave you all alone 
Past the mirrored diamond mares that run all night 
Where camptown ladies sing that song ?aw come alright? 
But lo they sing it sweetly so I?ll understand 
My dove my dove my lamb 

Though my sight be near and my way be long 
Though the light I chase be disappeared by dawn 
I have seen her standing on the roofs at night 
I have seen her silver figure bathed and bright 
And I have seen her sleeping in the cold white sand 
My dove my dove my lamb 

So even in these cities where she?s haunting me 
Even when my weariness is wanting me 
Even when my wickednesses want to breathe 
Even in these dirty clubs counting 1-2-3 
I will keep a singing til I no more can 
My dove my dove my lamb 

And later if I?m better I?ll be born again 
I?ll pull my newborn body from the thorns and limbs 
Finding with my fingers where they?ve torn the page 
From some ancient book all gold and worn from age 
And writ upon it neatly though in trembling hand 
My dove my dove my lamb 

Then later in the evening I hear trumpets ring 
I stretch out in the dark and I am listening 
Studying the sadness in your perfect limbs 
Move them under mine until they learn to blend 
And I will keep repeating til they understand 
My dove my dove my lamb 

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