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                             EMILY - Joanna Newsom
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This is just a few changes to another tab for this song which I think sounds better. 
to Ian.C for the original.

Tuning: Standard


            
The meadowlark

            
 and the chim-

             
choo-ree and t

     
he sparrow
Set to the sky in a flying spree, for the sport over the pharaoh
Little while later the Pharisees dragged comb through the meadow
Do you remember what they called up to you and me, in our window?
there is a rusty light on the pines tonight sun pouring wine, lord, or marrow
down into the bones of the birches and the spires of the churches jutting out from the shadows
the oak, and the axe, and the old smokestacks and the bale and the barrow
and everything sloped like it was dragged from a rope in the mouth of the south below

            
we've seen tho

             
se mountains k

             
neeling, felte

   
n and grey
we thought our very hearts would up and melt away
            
from that snow

             
 in the nightt

             
ime just going

    
 and going
and the stirring of wind chimes in the morning in the morning
           
helps me find 

          
my way back in
from the place where I have been

           
(instrumental 

   
segway)

            
and, Emily - I

              
 saw you last 

  
night by the r

iver
I dreamed you were skipping little stones across the surface of the water
                                                          
    
frowning at th

e angle where 

they were lost

, and slipped 

under forever,
in a mud-cloud, mica-spangled, like the sky'd been breathing on a mirror

            
anyhow - I sat

         
 by your side,

 by the water
you taught me the names of the stars overhead that I wrote down in my ledger
                                                          
       
though all I k

new of the rot

e universe wer

e those pleiad

es loosed in d

ecember
I promised you I‘d set them to verse so I'd always remember

            
that the meteo

         
rite is a sour

ce of the ligh

t and the mete

or's just what

 we see
                                                          
      
and the meteor

oid is a stone

 that's devoid

 of the fire t

hat propelled 

it to thee
            
and the meteor

         
ite's just wha

t causes the l

ight and the m

eteor's how it

's perceived
                                                          
     

and the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee

            
  you came and

            
 lay a cold co

             
mpress upon th

      
e mess I'm in
threw the window wide and cried; Amen! Amen! Amen!
the whole world - stopped - to hear you hollering
you looked down and saw now what was happening
the lines are fadin' in my kingdom
though I have never known the way to border them in
so the muddy mouths of baboons and sows and the grouse and the horse and the hen
grope at the gate of the looming lake that was once a tidy pen
and the mail is late and the great estates are not lit from within
the talk in town's becoming downright sickening

            
in due time we

             
 will see the 

             
far butte lit 

     
by a flare
I've seen your bravery, and I will follow you there
            
and row throug

             
h the nighttim

             
e gone healthy

     
 gone healthy 

all of a sudde

n in
search of the midwife who could help me who could help me
           
help me find m

          
y way back in
there are worries where I've been

           
(instrumental 

    
segway)

            
say, say, say 

           
in the lee of 

the bay; don't

 be bothered
leave your troubles here where the tugboats shear the water from the water
                                                          
      
flanked by fur

rows, curling 

back, like a m

atch held up t

o a newspaper

            
Emily, they'll

          
 follow your l

ead by the let

ter
and I make this claim, and I'm not ashamed to say I know you better
                                                          
    
what they've s

een is just a 

beam of your s

un that banish

es winter

            
let us go! tho

         
ugh we know it

's a hopeless 

endeavor
the ties that bind, they are barbed and spined and hold us close forever
                                                          
      
though there i

s nothing woul

d help me come

 to grips with

 a sky that is

 gaping and ya

wning
there is a song I woke with on my lips as you sailed your great ship towards the morning

            
come on home, 

            
the poppies ar

             
e all grown kn

     
ee-deep by now
blossoms all have fallen, and the pollen ruins the plow
peonies nod in the breeze and while they wetly bow, with
hydrocephalitic listlessness ants mop up their brow
and everything with wings is restless, aimless, drunk and dour
the butterflies and birds collide at hot, ungodly hours
and my clay-colored motherlessness rangily reclines
- come on home, now! all my bones are dolorous with vines

            
Pa pointed out

             
 to me, for th

             
e hundredth ti

     
me tonight
the way the ladle leads to a dirt-red bullet of light
            
squint skyward

             
 and listen - 

             
loving him, we

     
 move within
his borders: just asterisms in the stars' set order
we could stand for a century, starin', with our heads cocked
in the broad daylight at this thing. Joy, landlocked
in bodies that don't keep, dumbstruck with the sweetness of be-
ing till we don't be told; take this and eat this

            
told; the mete

            
orite is the s

             
ource of the l

        
ight and the m

eteor's just w

hat we see
and the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee
and the meteorite's just what causes the light and the meteor's how it's perceived
and the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee

Scott Walker
s.walker@sunderland.ac.uk