| F | C | C/B | |
| Sup | plied you not your spirit, but your s | hape. |
| Am C, G |
| All Eden's wealth arrayed before your eyes; |
| F C, Em |
| I fathomed not you wanted to escape. |
| Am | G | |
| And th | ough I only ever gave you l | ove, |
| F | C | G | |
| like ev | ery child you've chosen to r | ebel; |
| G | Am | |
| uprooted flowers and filled the holes with b | lood; |
| Dm | G | |
| Ask n | ot for whom they toll the solemn be | lls. |
| C | Em | |
| A ch | ild of dust to mother now re | turn; |
| Am | Em | |
| for e | very seed must die before it g | rows. |
| F | C | |
| And th | ough above the world may toil and t | urn, |
| G | G7 | |
| no p | rying spade will find you here below. |
| C | G | F | |
| Now s | afe beneath their wi | sdom and their f | eet, |
| C | G | F | |
| here | I will teach you tr | uly how to sl | eep. |