CAPO: 4th Fret
INTRO: C
You, so fleet and youthful, must have [F]split a thousand apples
Oh, I [Am]watched you as you steadied first your[F] heart then your breath
[C]Venturing out, you scanned a [F]thousand blades of grass
And when you [Am]drew your bowstring, it was a [F]swift and cordial death[Dm]
As you stood in the [F]wilderness
[Dm]Did you feel the silence in the [F]stillness'
That was [C]me, with you [Em]in the for[G]est
For you [C]knew the balances, the balan[Em]ces before us
[F]I was guarding Crystal, Crys[C]tal [Am]Creek[G]
Oh, a [C]tree, it's a record, a [F]home of memories
And every [Am]bird springs from an old master's [F]canvas, full in flight
And the [C]pond I go to, sparkles [F]in a vast estuary
[Am]And those men saw nothing, staring [F]drunken through their sites[Dm]
The one who spied me out as [F]goods to plunder
I [Dm]had to show the world that he was [F]not a true hunter
That was [C]me, when he [Em]saw me naked
[G]He was [C]interrupting something[Em] sacred
[F]I was guarding Crystal, Crys[C]tal [Am]Creek[G]
And the [C]newsmen circled, leaving [F]trails of cigarette butts
Machine-[Am]like up the [F]hill to Crystal Creek
[C]'James,' she said, 'who [F]would do this thing I've seen today.
I [Am]cannot hold my mic, my hands are shaking, [F]knees are weak.'[Dm]
'They found a man and he wa[F]s wrapped in a deerskin,
[Dm]Riddled through with boxes of his [F]friends' ammunition.
Turn the [Dm]camera off,' she said[G].
That was [C]me, oh, my [Em]noble animals
You must [C]act with reverence, with reverence, [Em]not like cannibals
[F]I was guarding Crystal, Crys[C]tal [Am]Creek[G][C]
INTRO: C
You, so fleet and youthful, must have [F]split a thousand apples
Oh, I [Am]watched you as you steadied first your[F] heart then your breath
[C]Venturing out, you scanned a [F]thousand blades of grass
And when you [Am]drew your bowstring, it was a [F]swift and cordial death[Dm]
As you stood in the [F]wilderness
[Dm]Did you feel the silence in the [F]stillness'
That was [C]me, with you [Em]in the for[G]est
For you [C]knew the balances, the balan[Em]ces before us
[F]I was guarding Crystal, Crys[C]tal [Am]Creek[G]
Oh, a [C]tree, it's a record, a [F]home of memories
And every [Am]bird springs from an old master's [F]canvas, full in flight
And the [C]pond I go to, sparkles [F]in a vast estuary
[Am]And those men saw nothing, staring [F]drunken through their sites[Dm]
The one who spied me out as [F]goods to plunder
I [Dm]had to show the world that he was [F]not a true hunter
That was [C]me, when he [Em]saw me naked
[G]He was [C]interrupting something[Em] sacred
[F]I was guarding Crystal, Crys[C]tal [Am]Creek[G]
And the [C]newsmen circled, leaving [F]trails of cigarette butts
Machine-[Am]like up the [F]hill to Crystal Creek
[C]'James,' she said, 'who [F]would do this thing I've seen today.
I [Am]cannot hold my mic, my hands are shaking, [F]knees are weak.'[Dm]
'They found a man and he wa[F]s wrapped in a deerskin,
[Dm]Riddled through with boxes of his [F]friends' ammunition.
Turn the [Dm]camera off,' she said[G].
That was [C]me, oh, my [Em]noble animals
You must [C]act with reverence, with reverence, [Em]not like cannibals
[F]I was guarding Crystal, Crys[C]tal [Am]Creek[G][C]
