Ben Howard - Rookery: chords

 Em                                             C
Birch tree lost its branch one day in violent winter
Em                                         C
I said it was grieving, you said it don't feel
nothing
  Am        G          C                       F
I bet you think everything's in its rightful place
      Am          G          C
That sentiment is man's disgrace

Well the rooks in the trees, they don't half
bother me
Clawing at my mind with every given opportunity
It's spring outside, a perilous sky and that
terrible clattering sound
"Go ahead, you should go shoot them down"
That's what you said, "You should go shoot
them down"

    G          Am
So hey, that's me
  C                            G/B
Shooting at a hundred-year-old rookery
     G
Oh, look at me
     Am        G     F
The definition of futility
F
That's what they'll say anyway
F
Won't they, babe?

So I'll go back to working through
the gentle hours of the evening
Where the weather and the wine and
the company treat me easily
Unknowing am I of the wind that took my eye
Unknowing am I of the wind

Unknowing am I of the wind that took my eye
Unknowing am I of the wind