Intro
G  D  A  G 
 
Verse 1
Bm                           G 
These are the fruits I'm all over 
D                            A 
Theirs are the leaves that I steep 
Bm                            G 
These are the grapes that are ripe and 
D                       A 
Theirs is the vintage I keep 
 
Verse 2
G 
Beyond in a field God fallowed 
D                      A 
Stand black birds in a row 
G 
They've eaten the seeds I can't swallow 
     D                            A 
I've planted the seeds they can't sow 
 
Verse 3
Bm                              G 
I've sipped the wine that would poison 
D                                    A 
They've pecked the stones that would choke 
Bm                        G 
I've built a scarecrow of straw and 
D                           A 
They cock their heads at my joke 
 
Verse 4
    G 
And I cock my head as I watch them 
D                             A 
They cawed and chirped on the ground 
  G 
I whispered my life in the quiet 
D                     A 
They flew away at the sound 
 
Verse 5
             Bm                 G 
That was the summer that's over 
D                       A 
This is the fall that's begun 
             B                    G 
Stand on the spot where I started 
      D                  A 
Those birds fly into the sun 
 
Bridge
               G 
And that's the light that's gone out 
           G 
That's the sun that has set 
       D                     A 
I will watch the horizon all evening 
                 G 
I'll watch until I forget 
 
Interlude
G  D  A 
G  D  A 
 
Verse 6
Bm                      G 
This is the harvest I'm left with 
D                           A 
Bare vines aligned in their rows 
Bm                       G 
No grapes or birds for a season 
  D                A 
A season buried in snow 
 
Verse 7
       G 
Now if grapes are rather like language 
D                     A 
I sip the wine of the fruit 
   G 
My words are all one of vintage 
   D                     A 
My words are a fruitless pursuit