Blue Hen

	  		
Intro:
Notes B F# A B A G (x4) 

Verse
 
A 
Fires of the lighthouse burning in the bay 
Bm 
Waters of the sound sleeping through the day 
A 
Ostrich of the night half buried in the sand 
Bm 
Nearer comes the man, sickle in his hand 
A 
Battles in the back seat, soap box car 
Bm 
Black-bolt lightning car I don't care who you are 
A 
Fires of the lighthouse, sound of the guitar 
Bm 
? regard 


A                         C#m 
Death where is thy sting? In the trails of  
F#m 
Sunfish sails and curve stitch string? 
A                         C#m 
Black mass ghosts of half-chewed hosts 
F#m 
Off the Henlopen coast in the saltwater spring 

A                         C#m 
You arrive washed up in the tide Normally alive  
F#m 
with your consolation boots of Spanish inquisition eyes 
A                         C#m 
Prancing around the stage at your advancing age 
F#m 
Offering stale communion to the presbyters of time? 


Verse
 
A 
Cousins on the swing set, rabbits in the grass: 
Bm 
Is it too much to ask to reproduce the past? 
A 
Stories of the ice boat wreck kept us warm 
Bm 
Sheltered from storm on the ocean floor 


A                         C#m 
And in the morning, we rest in Corinthian headdress 
F#m 
On couches of ivory 
 A                         C#m 
And wake in the moonlight Like badgers at midnight 
F#m 
To friends made in factories somewhere 
(louder) 
A                         C#m 
You'll know where to find us, our best years behind us 
F#m 
Barefooted pilgrims at shrines of our youth: 
 A                         C#m 
'Our joy was electric, our circles concentric...' 
F#m 
Converging on statues of permanence 



A                         C#m 
Death where is thy sting? 
F#m 
You ought to put more thought into what you bravely sing 
 A                         C#m 
Aft-mast ships of straw-short bricks 
F#m 
You'll soon see exactly where my victory is 
A                         C#m 
The spring to its slumber Your lighthouses black 
F#m 
Like virginal slumber I'll break like the lap 
A                         C#m 
Of your Delaware shore Your Blue Hen remains 
F#m 
Will dissolve at my door Like a teaspoon of salt in the rain 



And I'll wrap up your absence 
In blankets of reverence 
A mastodon shadow 
Divided by zero 
A                         C#m 
And comfort your family With words like eternity 
F#m 
And friends made in factories somewhere