Little Bird Lisa Hannigan
Intro: B, G, B, G, B, G, B, G,
[B]Your heart sings like a k[E]ettle
And your [G]words, they boil away like s[B]team.
[B]And a lie burns long while the t[E]ruth bites quick,
[G]A heart is built for both it seems.[B]
[B]You are lonely as a churc[E]h,
Despite the qu[G]euing out your door.[B]
[B]I am empty as a pro[E]mise, no m[G]ore.[B]
[F#] When the [E]time comes,[B]
And [F#]rights have be[E]en read,[B]
I [F#]think of you o[E]ften
But f[B]or once I [F#]meant what I[E] said.
B, G, B, G, B, G, B, G
I w[B]as salted by your h[E]unger,
Now you'v[G]e gone and lost your app[B]etite
[B]And a little bird is e[E]very bit as ha[G]ndy in a fight.[B]
I am[B] lonely as a me[E]mory
Despite the [G]gathering round the fire.[B]
[B]Aren't you every bi[E]rd on every w[G]ire?[B]
[F#] When the t[E]ime comes,[B]
And [F#]rights have bee[E]n read,[B]
I [F#]think of you [E]often
But fo[B]r once I mean[F#]t what I s[E]aid.[B]
[F#] Here I st[E]ay, I lay me [B]down,
In a[F#] house by a[E] hill.[B]
I'm[F#] dug from the ru[E]bble, [B] and[F#] cut from the[E] kill.[B]
[F#] Here I sta[E]y, I lay me d[B]own,
In [F#]a house by [E]the Hill.[B]
I'm[F#] dug from the ru[E]bble, [B] and[F#] cut from the[E] kill. [B] (Times 3)
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