VERSE:
C
And the moon is a sliver of silver
F
Like a shaving that fell on the floor of a Carpenter’s shop
D
And every house must have it’s builder
Am
And I awoke in the house of God
C
Where the windows are mornings and evenings
F
Str-etch-ed from the s-un, across the sky north to south
D F
And on my way to early meeting
Am G
I heard the rocks crying out, I heard the rocks crying out
CHORUS:
F C
Be praised for all Your tenderness (quick), by these works of Your hands
D Am Em
Suns that rise and rains that fall to bless, and bring to life Your land
F C
Look down up-on this winter (quick) wheat, and be glad that You have made
D Am F
Blue for the sk–y and the color gre–en
F E/power chord (2 up from G)/G/power”/B (x4)…E
That fills these fields with praise
(Irish yodeling tune)
VERSE:
C
And the wrens have returned and are nesting
F
In the hollow, of that oak where his heart once had been
D Am
And he lifts his arms in a bless-ing, for bein’ born again
C
And the streams are all swollen (quick) with winter
F
Win-ter un-froz-en and free to run away now
D F Am
And I’m amazed, and I remember, Who it w–as th–at bu–ilt this ho–use
G
And with the rocks, I– cr–y o–ut
CHORUS – break riff x2
*Thanks to my wife Rebekah for helping on the strumming rhythms.
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