C               Am            F          C
She came in the night on the ninth of October 
      Am          C       F        G              C
They looked me in my red eyes and said she won't last 
C                               Am      F         C
We all knew that she should've slept until mid-December 
         Am           C          F                G            C
When it comes to the lot I have learned, I can't count on the cast 

      F              C
That night a vision came 
F                     Am         G
At the same time both vivid and vague 
      F             Am
Of a father looking on 
      F                       Am             G             G
As he burns to the ground the house that he made 

        C                Am            F         C
When I woke, I had been slain in the spirit of reason
Am   C            F            G         C 
Bap-tized in the rolling dark waters of doubt 
C                                      Am       F               C
'Cause I'm told it's your will to withhold, but it feels like treason 
   Am           C         F         G          C
A rain cloud refusing to pour in a season of drought 

     F              C
That night a vision came 
F                     Am         G
At the same time both vivid and vague 
      F             Am
Of a father looking on 
      F                       Am             G             G
As he burns to the ground the house that he made

    F            C
And I heard him say 
       Am           C
It was well on its way 
      F            Am
Just look how it swayed 
         A#          F
How it crumbled and caved 
         F     C/G          Am             C
As the crimson glow of the fire caught his eye 
         F             Am   C             G
I could tell he could hear, as well could I 
       F              C          Am           C
That along with the crackle and growl of the fire 
        F           Am   G
Came a call quite small from inside-- 
 G            F      Fm
I'm in here alive 

     C              Am            F             C
But now, a child is born, she is bent but not broken
    Am      C            F
A spark, a seed and a sprout 
  F7sus4        F 
A miracle or catastrophe 
      Am         C             F
This child who's orphaned her family