Crows Locusts by Brooke Fraser
Key: GG | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

Intro 1:

G   
It was the year
                          Bm
The crows and the locusts came
    D                      A
The fields drained dry the rain
                       Em
The fields are bleeding

Intro 2: Bm D Dsus4 D A 


Verse 1:
Bm                        G D    Dsus4 D
"Daddy don't cry, it'll be alright"
A            Bm 
She puts some water on the wound
And hums a little tune
    G      D                      A
While her courage puddles on the ground
G        A     G
Pooling, pooling

Verse 2:
Bm                          G D  Dsus4 D                            
See the murder and the swarm descend
A      Bm          
And the night is getting thick
The moon telling her tricks
 G     D                    A
She'd betray her every time

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

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

Instrumental: Bm A F# G Em Bm F#
              G  D F# G Em Bm F# 
              G  D F# G Em Bm F#
              G  D F# G Em Bm F#

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

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

She ain't leaving 'till it does.

Ending
Bm            F#m       D
What can wash away my sin
A                     G
Nothing but the blood
Bm               F#m    D
What can make me whole again
A                    G
Nothing but the blood