Tom: Am (Am E F E) Bird, you've so many hearts on your sleeve One for each feather, though you never see Blue eyes blink bright lights, through leaves on the trees From seeds that did grow where you sowed You'll never have nowhere to go Look at this silver and gold Shook through a tangle of thorns Bird, we've so many days spent beside This sulk of a river, now we're deep down dyed Into the marrow and out with the tide With all that you have and I hold You'll never have nowhere to go Your heart it holds more than you hands Not bought or sold, more than mountains Look at this silver and gold You'll never have nowhere to go...