Em D
One mother rises
Em D
pulling the sheets from the crib
Em D
all the disguises
Em D Em
wandering stars, what she did
Em D Em
all the kings horns, all the kings men
Em D
saddled and worn
Em
raise the dead
D
holy and infant
Em D Em
he came to raise up the dead
wandering wisemen
what did you bring to his bed
shapeless surprises
incense to bring to the dead
nothing is wrong, it's what she did
all the kings horns and kings men
nothing is wrong its what she did
all the kings horns and kings men
nothing is wrong its what she did
all the kings horns raise the dead
nothing is wrong its what she did
all the kings horns
