Let it Grow

Am                                                                                                  E7          

Morning comes, she follows the path to the river shore

Am                                                                                                   E7

Lightly sung, her song is the latch on the morning’s door

Am                        C

See the sun, sparkle in the reeds

Am                           C                            Bm  D

Silver beads, pass to the sea

D                                                                                                                              A7

She comes from a town where they call her the wood cutter’s daughter

                                                                                                                                 D

She’s brown as the bank where she kneels down to gather her water

                                                                                                     Bm

She bears it away with a love that the river has taught her

Am                                      C                      Em/F#

Let it flow, let it flow, wide and clear

Round and round, the cut of the plow in the furrowed fields

Season’s round, the bushels of corn and the barley meal

Broken ground, open and beckoning

To the spring, black dirt live again

The plowman is broad as the back of the land he is sowing

As he dances the circular track of the plow ever knowing

That the work of his days measures more than the planting and growing

Am                     C                                  Em

Let it grow, let it grow, greatly yield

Em/F#                    B                       G                    Em/F#

What shall we say, shall we call it by a name

         C                               G                Bm7

As well to count the angels dancing on a pin

 Em/F#   B                       G                                 Em/F#

Water bright as the sky from which it came

               D                                                               A

And the name is on the earth that takes it in

   C                                              G                 Em/F#

We will not speak, but stand inside the rain

           C          G        D              Em           Am       C         Em/F#

And listen to the thunder shout, "I am, I am, I am I am.

Jam on verse pattern

So it goes, we make what we made since the world began

Nothing more, the love of the women, work of man

Seasons round, creatures great and small

Up and down, as we rise and fall

Fm  -   E    -   D

Jam on Am7, Jam on Em7

Em  F#m   G, Em  F#m   G   F#m, Em  F#m   G   Em  

Chorus.

Em  F#m   G stuff x 16, last riffs