| B / / / | % | % | A / | B / / / |
High green chilly winds and windy vines
In loops around the twisted shafts of lavender,
They're crawling to the sun.
| B / / / | % | % | B / A / | B / / / |A / / / | B / / / | B / / / |
Wonder who will water all the children of the garden
When they sigh about the barren lack of rain
and Droop so hungry neath the sky.
| B / / / | Abm / / / | B / / / | A / F#m / |
Underfoot the ground is patched
With arms of ivy wrapped around the manzanita,
Stark and shiny in the breeze.
| E / B / | Abm / A / | B / Abm / | F#m |D / / / | %
William Tell has stretched his bow
till it won't stretch No furthermore
And/or it may require a change that hasn't come before.