Cocorosie
D, G, Am, Gm, Bb, Dm, C, F
The tears that turn to poppies, the shimmer in the midnight, the flower in the twilight.
The flower in the twilight.
In a screamin', it's in a screamin', a screamin' in a willow tree
They took him to the gallows, he fought them all the way though
And when they asked us how we knew his name
We died just before Him,
Our eyes saw in the flowers,
Our hands saw in the branches,
Our voices in the breezes.
And our screaming,
Sinners screaming, are screaming, in our willow tree