Crows & Locusts Brooke Fraser [Intro] It was the [F]year the crows and the locusts c[Am]ame The [C]fields drank dry the r[G]ain The fields are [F]bleeding [Instrumental 1] [Am] [F] [C] [G] [Am] [F] [C] [G] [Verse 1] [Am]Daddy don't cry, it'll [F]be a[C]lright She [G]puts some w[Am]ater on the wound And hums a little tune [F]while Her [C]courage puddles on the ground[G] Pooli[F]ng, [G]pooli[F]ng [Verse 2] [Am]See the murder and the s[F]warm d[C]escend[G] And the [Am]night is getting t (azchords.com)