Wash. piano leadsheet with chords

Climb is all ly we know

when thaw

is not below us.

No, can't grow up

in that iron ground.

it.

Claire, all too sore for sound.

Bet is hard ly shown.

know

when Scraped

across the foam us.

like they stole it.

And oh, how they hold it.

Claire, we nearly forfeit.

I, I'm growing ing like the quickening hues.

Oh, I, I'm telling darkness from ey,

lines on you.

Over hav pilens fora with the full and swollen morass,

young habitat!

All been All ing a been All been living alone,

where the ice snap and the hold clast of are known.

ing.

Home, we're savage high.

Come,

we fin'ly cry.

Oh, and we don it

because it's right.

Claire, I was too sore for sight.

I,