timothy hay
note : some of the chord names are off a bit from the words , but if you listen to
the song , you should be able to get it .
E E
on a cold december , just before dawn
E E A ( repeat )
as the sun said hello! to the sky
the mantis prayed while the lamellicorn
tunneled and rolled in a threadbare tie
while the holland lops in the karakung glades
indignantly thump their feet and hop away
when they cut their noses on the sharp – tipped blades
( which the grass doesn’t mind in the least )
and there’s a heat – pat waiting in the chicken – wire hutch
where the does from the netherlands stay
but that dry alfalfa don’t taste like much
and we’re tired of the timothy hay
E E E E A E ( x2 )
E E E D A
E E E E A
E E
i touched her back , she was lying facedown
E D A E
as the dew turned to frost around her eyes ,
E E
me and sister margaret on the pentagon lawn
E E A E ( repeat )
arrested , our wrists in a plastic tie
while the rats by the tracks on these winter days
seeking shelter from the cold make a nest
from the tracts of our various ways
they can save their immortal
Bm
souls
Bm Cm
A D
Cm A
oh no timothy hay , no more timothy hay , etc .
( repeat progression from the second stanza )
on a cold december , just after dusk
as the sun bids its cordial goodbyes ,
we’ll be split to pieces like an apple seed husk
to reveal the tree that’s been hidden inside
which sapling called in a tattered sarong
as the seeds from the shepherd’s purse fell ,
broke the news to mom ,
we found a better mom we call ’god , ’
which she took quite well
singing , what a beautiful god there must be!
( end on E chord )
timothy hay
note : some of the chord names are off a bit from the words , but if you listen to
the song , you should be able to get it .
E E
on a cold december , just before dawn
E E A ( repeat )
as the sun said hello! to the sky
the mantis prayed while the lamellicorn
tunneled and rolled in a threadbare tie
while the holland lops in the karakung glades
indignantly thump their feet and hop away
when they cut their noses on the sharp – tipped blades
( which the grass doesn’t mind in the least )
and there’s a heat – pat waiting in the chicken – wire hutch
where the does from the netherlands stay
but that dry alfalfa don’t taste like much
and we’re tired of the timothy hay
E E E E A E ( x2 )
E E E D A
E E E E A
E E
i touched her back , she was lying facedown
E D A E
as the dew turned to frost around her eyes ,
E E
me and sister margaret on the pentagon lawn
E E A E ( repeat )
arrested , our wrists in a plastic tie
while the rats by the tracks on these winter days
seeking shelter from the cold make a nest
from the tracts of our various ways
they can save their immortal
Bm
souls
Bm Cm
A D
Cm A
oh no timothy hay , no more timothy hay , etc .
( repeat progression from the second stanza )
on a cold december , just after dusk
as the sun bids its cordial goodbyes ,
we’ll be split to pieces like an apple seed husk
to reveal the tree that’s been hidden inside
which sapling called in a tattered sarong
as the seeds from the shepherd’s purse fell ,
broke the news to mom ,
we found a better mom we call ’god , ’
which she took quite well
singing , what a beautiful god there must be!
( end on E chord )
Leave the comments