Snow-hen Of Austerlitz Chords

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     Am           G             Em       Am

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They say not far away, In fact upon that hill 
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They say that there's a little girl there still 
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She wasn't raised like the other kids 
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Miss Lynn, the Snow Hen of Austerlitz 

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The mother's blind and keeps some birds as pets 
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That her baby is a human she forgets 
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In a tiny wire pen that little girl still sits 
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Miss Lynn, the Snow Hen of Austerlitz 

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She must be ten or eleven now 
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I heard she's pretty but she don't have all her wits 
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She is the Snow Hen of Austerlitz 

Not having really neither wings nor beak 
She never learned to walk or speak 
To the child, the mother never says a word 
To communicate, this little girl, she chirps like a bird 

All the birds around they taught the little girl their language 
When she's not understood she starts to get real angry 
So she waves her hands around just like they were her wings 
Hope it when she's happy, you should hear her sing! 

I'll leave the cage door open 
We'll see how far she gets 
She's known as the Snow Hen of Austerlitz 

Kept like a pet in an old hen coop 
The mother didn't beat her and she gave her food 
Still pitiful no care shown but it's 
The life of the Snow Hen of Austerlitz 

A skinny thing with brittle glass-like bones 
Was it wind in the trees or the Snow Hen's moans? 
From pursed perch from that attic she flits 
Miss Lynn, the Snow Hen of Austerlitz 

She must be ten or eleven now 
I heard she's pretty but she don't have all her wits 
She is the Snow Hen of Austerlitz 

I'll leave the cage door open 
We'll see how far she gets 
She's known as the Snow Hen of Austerlitz 

She must be ten or eleven now 
I heard she's pretty but she don't have all her wits 
She is the Snow Hen of Austerlitz 

I'll leave the cage door open 
We'll see how far she gets 
She's known as the Snow Hen of Austerlitz