C Cmaj7 D C Cmaj7 D By all accounts, accounts it's true Not that it matters much, much to the Blue To the Blue, to the Blue Heather Burns went, went to the field To gather robin's eggs, eggs for her meal For her meal, for her meal C Cmaj7 D C Cmaj7 D Walking, she thought about A coward, years ago "Saint Jude, when will I learn?" A snake side-winded across her broken path But Heather knew better and thought C D C Cmaj7 D "What is done is done, what's done is done" By all accounts, accounts it's fine "One egg for Saint Jude, one egg is mine, one is mine, one is mine" She saw a nest, nest in an elm Not-so high, yet another realm Another realm, another realm Reaching up, she felt Two eggs with her fingers And lightly picked them out And lowering, one fell down "one for Jude!", the shake said But heather knew better and thought: "What is done is done, what's done is done" G Am D "Can't we raise the Dead anew? C Cmaj7 D Call me Robin Egg Blue" By all accounts, accounts it's through Not that it matters much to Robin Egg Blue Robin Egg Blue, Robin Egg Blue The snake followed her home Along the broken path The field needed to be burned Inside, she set the egg down "Should I not have been hungry?" But Heather knew better and thought: "What is done is done, what's done is done"
