Paris Paloma - village song

[Verse 1]

Am C/G F
The farmer’s wife cooks at the window
G C
In that small cottage under the willow
Am F
Over the river, so freezing, so cold

F

Am C/G F
In that white house up on the hill
G
Where a man saw a way out
C
And took it he did
Am
A family moved in
F
I don’t think they know

F

[Chorus]

F C
And the blackberry juice drips like blood on the leaves
Am G
And the blood on the fox drips like dew from its teeth
F C
And the dew in the field falls like petals, so sweet
Am G
And the petals they fall and turn brown
Dm Am/C
At my feet
C G/B Dm Am/C
And the rhythms of autumn wash over me
C G

[Verse 2]

Am C/G F
When I return from the city to home
G
I pass by the churchyard
C
He’s standing alone
Am F
That elderly man whose wife I did know

F

Am C/G F
Her mother, grandmother, great-grandmother too
G C
All sleep side by side beneath the green dew
Am F
That elderly man thinks that he’ll join them soon

F

[Chorus]

F C
And the apples they fall like the shells from the guns
Am G
And the shotgun it misses the hare when he runs
F C
And he moves like the wind with cold air in his lungs
Am G
And his little warm heart beats in fear
Dm Am/C
Like a drum

C G/B

F C
And the night it draws in like the hand that will fall
Am G
With its scythen black curtain make tombs of us all
F C
And the sun’s little visits are starting to shorten
Am G
And the village it lives through the rhythms of autumn

[Bridge]

F C
And the creatures die at the hand of those who kill
Am G
And the leaves will decay by the winters that chill
F C
And some will pass on by their own desperate will
Am G
Just like that man in the white house on the hill

[Chorus]

F C
And the blackberry juice drips like blood on the leaves
Am G
And the blood on the fox drips like dew from its teeth
F C
And the dew in the field falls like petals, so sweet
Am G
And the petals they fall and turn brown
Dm Am/C
At my feet
C G/B Dm Am/C
And the rhythms of autumn wash over me
C G
And the rhythms of autumn watch over me