D G F#m D
G F#m Em Em
[Verse]
D G F#m
The bumble bees stumble
D G
The butterflies tumble
F#m Em D
The birds on the water-line stare
G F#m
The heavens have crowned her
D G
The star grass grows round her
F#m Em
Her dreams fill the very still air
[Chorus]
Bm A
Just east of the sun
Bm A
Where our loving was done
D G F#m D
I can still see her breasts on the edge of the morning
G F#m Em
I can still taste the salt in her hair
[Outro]
D G F#m D
G F#m Em Em
D G F#m D
G F#m Em Em
Bm A
Bm A
D G F#m D
G F#m Em Em
