Key: C


Intro 1:

F   
It was the year
                          Am
The crows and the locusts came
    C                      G
The fields drained dry the rain
                       Dm
The fields are bleeding

Intro 2: Am C Csus4 C G 


Verse 1:
Am                        F C    Csus4 C
"Daddy don't cry, it'll be alright"
G            Am 
She puts some water on the wound
And hums a little tune
    F      C                      G
While her courage puddles on the ground
F        G     F
Pooling, pooling

Verse 2:
Am                          F C  Csus4 C                            
See the murder and the swarm descend
G      Am          
And the night is getting thick
The moon telling her tricks
 F     C                    G
She'd betray her every time

Chorus
           F   
It was the year
                          Am
The crows and the locusts came
    C                      G
The fields drained dry the rain
                     F
The fields are bleeding
           F
It was the age
                       Am
The foxes came for the fields
C                               G                         
We were bleeding as we bowed to kneel
                                 F
And prayed for mercy, prayed for mercy

    Am
The rumble is low and the heat is high
      G                                    F
Got a feeling that there's rain out in the oil black sky
      Am                              
Gonna chase away the devil when that sun does rise
      F
Gonna plead the blood
      F
Gonna plead the blood

Instrumental: Am G E F Dm Am E
              F  C E F Dm Am E 
              F  C E F Dm Am E
              F  C E F Dm Am E

Chorus
           F   
It was the year
                          Am
The crows and the locusts came
    C                      G
The fields drained dry the rain
               F
The fields are bleeding
           F
It was the age
                       Am
The foxes came for the fields
C                               G                         
We were bleeding as we bowed to kneel
                                 F
And prayed for mercy, prayed for mercy

     Am 
She limps on up to the top of a mount
G                     F
Looks at the faltered harvest
           Am
Feels her sweat in the ground and the burn in her nose
        G                
And the knowing in her gut
            F
Something's still gonna grow

She ain't leaving 'till it does.


Am            Em       C
What can wash away my sin
G                     F
Nothing but the blood
Am               Em    C
What can make me whole again
G                    F
Nothing but the blood