Lucy Wainwright Roche - Take What Youre Given

      [Intro]
Dm  Am   Dm  F

[Verse]
Dm             Am                    Dm
Seven Sundays, late for front steps
                    F             Dm
Sitting warm in the midday block
                  Am              Dm
Little bare feet, dirty forehead
                     F          Dm
I can see where your train will stop

[Verse]
                Am                 Dm
At the point of several mountains
                  F             Dm
Sold from one to another tribe
              Am
Just a basket baby waiting
Dm               F          Dm
Towering at only three feet high

[Chorus]
  C     F
I know "Take what you're given"
                     Dm
I know "Seen and not heard"
    C       F
You left me buckets of ribbons
                         Dm
Woven together by flying birds

[Verse]
                 Am            Dm
Me and you crept on for hours
                 F               Dm
Right behind the big blue house
                 Am               Dm
All the roots of all her flowers
                   F          Dm
So to feed all our creatures' mouths

[Verse]
            Am                       Dm
She cried, "What have you done here?
                  F             Dm
You girls are the devil's kind!"
        Am              Dm
I can't run any faster
                F         Dm
Leaving all the battles behind

[Verse]
              Am             Dm
After dinner, kitchen quiet
                 F              Dm
Hot air from the dishes washed
                  Am                Dm
Just a sink light buzzing brightly
                   F  Dm
In the front room, TV on

[Chorus]
  C     F
I know "Take what you're given"
                     Dm
I know "Seen and not heard"
    C       F
You left me buckets of ribbons
                         Dm
Woven together by flying birds

[Verse]
                     Am          Dm
And the church sings hallelujah
                    F                Dm
When you're sitting still and right
               Am                   Dm
Peering just between two shoulders
                       F            Dm
Trying to see what the priest looks like

[Chorus]
  C        F
I know and also have you
                       Dm
I know all things were made
     C     F
Lift me to heavier water
                      Dm
Just in case I can be saved

[Verse]
                 Am                Dm
I will wait here one last morning
                      F            Dm
Shield my eyes to the blazing sun
              Am                   Dm
If I scan the streets for warning
                    F          Dm
I can see when your train will come