Chords for Savage Daughter | Wyndreth Berginsdottir
Tempo:
72.675 bpm
Chords used:
C#
F#
Fm
D
G#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Fm] [B] [G#]
[A#m] [Fm]
[C#] I am my mother's savage daughter, the one who [G#] runs [Fm] barefoot cursing sharp stones.
I am my [C#] mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower [F#] my own.
[C#]
My mother's child is a savage, she looks for her almonds in the colors of stones,
and the faces of cats and the fall of feathers, and the dancing of fire and the curve of old bones.
I am my mother's [F#] savage daughter, the [C#m] one who runs barefoot [C#] cursing sharp stones.
I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not [D] lower my own.
[C#]
[B] [C#] Mother's child dances in darkness, she sings heathen songs [G#] by the light of the moon,
and [N] watches the stars and renames the planets, and dreams she can reach them with a song and a broom.
I am my mother's savage daughter, the one who runs barefoot [C#] cursing sharp stones.
I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will lower my [D] own.
[C#]
Now my mother's child curses too loud and too often, my mother's child laughs too hard and too
long, and howls at the moon and sleeps in [Fm] ditches and clumsily [F#] raises her voice in this [C#] song.
[D] I am my mother's savage [G#] daughter, the one who runs barefoot [C#] cursing sharp stones.
I am my mother's [B] savage daughter, I will not [C#] cut my hair, I will lower [F#] my own.
[C] [C#] [F]
We are brought through [C#] darkness and water, brought into this world through blood and through [Fm] pain,
and deep in our bones the old songs are waking, so sing them with voices of thunder
and rain.
[F#] We are [C#] our mother's savage [G#] daughters, the ones who run [C#] barefoot cursing [D] sharp stones.
[F#] We are our mother's savage daughters, we will not cut our hair, [C#] we [D] will lower our own.
We are our mother's savage daughters, the ones who run [Bm] barefoot cursing sharp stones.
We [F#] are our mother's savage [C#] daughters, who will not cut [G#m] our hair.
We [D] will not lower our voice.
We are our [N] mother's savage daughters, the ones who run barefoot, cursing sharp stones.
[F#] We are our mother's savage daughters, who will not [C#] cut our hair.
We will not [Fm] lower our voice.
[Bm] [F#m]
[A#m] [Fm]
[C#] I am my mother's savage daughter, the one who [G#] runs [Fm] barefoot cursing sharp stones.
I am my [C#] mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower [F#] my own.
[C#]
My mother's child is a savage, she looks for her almonds in the colors of stones,
and the faces of cats and the fall of feathers, and the dancing of fire and the curve of old bones.
I am my mother's [F#] savage daughter, the [C#m] one who runs barefoot [C#] cursing sharp stones.
I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not [D] lower my own.
[C#]
[B] [C#] Mother's child dances in darkness, she sings heathen songs [G#] by the light of the moon,
and [N] watches the stars and renames the planets, and dreams she can reach them with a song and a broom.
I am my mother's savage daughter, the one who runs barefoot [C#] cursing sharp stones.
I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will lower my [D] own.
[C#]
Now my mother's child curses too loud and too often, my mother's child laughs too hard and too
long, and howls at the moon and sleeps in [Fm] ditches and clumsily [F#] raises her voice in this [C#] song.
[D] I am my mother's savage [G#] daughter, the one who runs barefoot [C#] cursing sharp stones.
I am my mother's [B] savage daughter, I will not [C#] cut my hair, I will lower [F#] my own.
[C] [C#] [F]
We are brought through [C#] darkness and water, brought into this world through blood and through [Fm] pain,
and deep in our bones the old songs are waking, so sing them with voices of thunder
and rain.
[F#] We are [C#] our mother's savage [G#] daughters, the ones who run [C#] barefoot cursing [D] sharp stones.
[F#] We are our mother's savage daughters, we will not cut our hair, [C#] we [D] will lower our own.
We are our mother's savage daughters, the ones who run [Bm] barefoot cursing sharp stones.
We [F#] are our mother's savage [C#] daughters, who will not cut [G#m] our hair.
We [D] will not lower our voice.
We are our [N] mother's savage daughters, the ones who run barefoot, cursing sharp stones.
[F#] We are our mother's savage daughters, who will not [C#] cut our hair.
We will not [Fm] lower our voice.
[Bm] [F#m]
Key:
C#
F#
Fm
D
G#
C#
F#
Fm
_ [Fm] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ [G#] _
[A#m] _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C#] _ I am my mother's savage daughter, the one who [G#] runs [Fm] barefoot cursing sharp stones.
I am my [C#] mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower [F#] my own.
_ _ [C#] _ _ _
_ _ My mother's child is a savage, she looks for her almonds in the colors of stones,
and the faces of cats and the fall of feathers, and the dancing of fire and the curve of old bones.
I am my mother's [F#] savage daughter, the [C#m] one who runs barefoot [C#] cursing sharp stones.
I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not [D] lower my own.
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ [C#] Mother's child dances in darkness, she sings heathen songs [G#] by the light of the moon,
and [N] watches the stars and renames the planets, and dreams she can reach them with a song and a broom.
I am my mother's savage daughter, the one who runs barefoot [C#] cursing sharp stones.
I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will lower my [D] own.
_ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
Now my mother's child curses too loud and too often, my mother's child laughs too hard and too
long, and howls at the moon and sleeps in [Fm] ditches and clumsily [F#] raises her voice in this [C#] song.
[D] I am my mother's savage [G#] daughter, the one who runs barefoot [C#] cursing sharp stones.
I am my mother's [B] savage daughter, I will not [C#] cut my hair, I will lower [F#] my own.
_ _ _ [C] _ _ [C#] _ _ [F]
We are brought through [C#] darkness and water, brought into this world through blood and through [Fm] pain,
and deep in our bones the old songs are waking, so sing them with voices of thunder
and rain.
[F#] We are [C#] our mother's savage [G#] daughters, the ones who run [C#] barefoot cursing [D] sharp stones.
[F#] We are our mother's savage daughters, we will not cut our hair, [C#] we [D] will lower our own.
We are our mother's savage daughters, the ones who run [Bm] barefoot cursing sharp stones.
We [F#] are our mother's savage [C#] daughters, who will not cut [G#m] our hair.
We [D] will not lower our voice.
We are our [N] mother's savage daughters, the ones who run barefoot, cursing sharp stones.
[F#] We are our mother's savage daughters, who will not [C#] cut our hair.
We will not [Fm] lower our voice.
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A#m] _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C#] _ I am my mother's savage daughter, the one who [G#] runs [Fm] barefoot cursing sharp stones.
I am my [C#] mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower [F#] my own.
_ _ [C#] _ _ _
_ _ My mother's child is a savage, she looks for her almonds in the colors of stones,
and the faces of cats and the fall of feathers, and the dancing of fire and the curve of old bones.
I am my mother's [F#] savage daughter, the [C#m] one who runs barefoot [C#] cursing sharp stones.
I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not [D] lower my own.
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ [C#] Mother's child dances in darkness, she sings heathen songs [G#] by the light of the moon,
and [N] watches the stars and renames the planets, and dreams she can reach them with a song and a broom.
I am my mother's savage daughter, the one who runs barefoot [C#] cursing sharp stones.
I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will lower my [D] own.
_ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
Now my mother's child curses too loud and too often, my mother's child laughs too hard and too
long, and howls at the moon and sleeps in [Fm] ditches and clumsily [F#] raises her voice in this [C#] song.
[D] I am my mother's savage [G#] daughter, the one who runs barefoot [C#] cursing sharp stones.
I am my mother's [B] savage daughter, I will not [C#] cut my hair, I will lower [F#] my own.
_ _ _ [C] _ _ [C#] _ _ [F]
We are brought through [C#] darkness and water, brought into this world through blood and through [Fm] pain,
and deep in our bones the old songs are waking, so sing them with voices of thunder
and rain.
[F#] We are [C#] our mother's savage [G#] daughters, the ones who run [C#] barefoot cursing [D] sharp stones.
[F#] We are our mother's savage daughters, we will not cut our hair, [C#] we [D] will lower our own.
We are our mother's savage daughters, the ones who run [Bm] barefoot cursing sharp stones.
We [F#] are our mother's savage [C#] daughters, who will not cut [G#m] our hair.
We [D] will not lower our voice.
We are our [N] mother's savage daughters, the ones who run barefoot, cursing sharp stones.
[F#] We are our mother's savage daughters, who will not [C#] cut our hair.
We will not [Fm] lower our voice.
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
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