Roots To Branches

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Intro:  F#
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Verse 1
B
Words get written. Words get twisted.
Old meanings move in the drift of time
A
Lift the flickering torches.
See gentle shadows change
B
the features of the faces
cut in unmoving stone
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Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one's listening.
D5    E5          G5  A5    F#
Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening.
Riff
Verse 2:
True disciples
carrying that message
to colour just a little
with their personal touch.
Home-spun fancy weavers
and naked half-believers
Crusades and creeds
descend like fiery flakes of snow.
Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one's listening
Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening
F#
Roots to Branches.
Roots to Branches.
Roots to Branches.
Solo around riff in key of B
Verse 3:
In wet and windy priest-holes.
Grand in vast cathedrals
High on lofty minarets
or in the temples of doom
I hope the old man's got his face on.
He'd better be some quick change artist.
Suffer little children
to make their minds up soon.
Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one's listening.
Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening.
F#
Roots to Branches.
Roots to Branches.
Roots to Branches.
Switch on F# B
F#
Roots to Branches.
Roots to Branches.
Roots to Branches.
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End on B
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