Souverian

The bells will ring, church steeple's catching fire And if you promise spring then I know you are a liar Cause in the spring, tender grasses won't burn easily The thrushes sing, still my lover won't return to me Wild parsnips they still scar my lungs, while thistles will burn my feet And if you join our Chorus, you'll never fear anymore So here comes the Chorus, we will meet on a fatal shore Souverian, souverian, the elder Souverian, souverian, the free Souverian, souverian, the felled heart So very young, so very young were we Birds will sing, still my lover won't return to me You promise spring, still my lover won't return to me Wild parsnips scar my lungs, and the thistles are burning my feet So here comes the Chorus, you will never fear anymore If you join our Chorus, we will meet on a fatal shore G…(for this section, I finger pick the bottom three strings, playing eight counts and then the bottom string open for eight counts, alternating. Feel free to find your own method!) Under the elders, the older get younger The younger get over, over their elders And under the elders, pretend that you're older now Under the elders, the older get younger The younger get over, over the elders Under the elders, bending your branches down We were so very young, still my lover won't return to me Thrushes sing, still my lover won't return to me Wild parsnips they still scar my lungs, while thistles still burn my feet