Joe Maher
G Am (Em)
On a clear autumn day comes a man out a-gathering sticks
G Am G D
And his eye wanders off on the heels of a gutty-bright girl with magic hips
Dm G C
And oh, how his own heart is aching
Dm G C
And each gutty cry is a stick that he’s breaking
Dm C G
A kindle spark leaps from a hand that is shaking
Am Em G D
Burn, fire, all to ashes
Am Em G D
Cooling breath; the ashes scatter
Am G C Am (tacit)
Burn, you hope, and rage desire
Em
Fly up, you fire
On the back of a great horse a woman comes galloping wild
As she thinks of a man who gave her a rocky-cart ride, and then a child
And oh, how the tall trees are trying
To raise up a rock that is dying
She spurs on a horse that is flying
On a rocky bay shore two children go tumbling about
A boy and a girl, she with a bright bow in her hair, and he without
And oh, how their laughter is ringing
And each dull rock is a separate joy singing
As heavenward fly all the dreams that they’re flinging