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