Days In The Trees: Mahler

The rain fell soft on the green and distant fields.
I saw you run to the shelter of the trees.
I stood alone with weeds and broken brick.
My pale fingers curled around blades of autumn grass.

[Chorus]
I heard your feet crack earth and [Bm]branch, but you [A7were covered by the ɾain.
I shouted out and [Bm]called your name, but you [A7were hiding in the tɾees.
Days in the tɾees.

You ɾubbed the sleep from my [A]tired eyes,
And let the ɾeal taste of God
Change the color of my [A]thoughts.

I was [Am7]draining the heaven
From the warmth of your breast,
Lighting fire on [C7]the stone.

I tore at the seams of my [A]smooth and [Bm]laundered clothes,
And ɾan to [C7]the tɾees, ɾacing naked against the day.

[Chorus]

The ascent to [C7]your heaven,
Spending days in the tɾees.
I can't stand [Bm]them [A]laughing at us.