Tuned down a whole step EADGBe becomes DAFCGd Am G Dear prodigal, you are my son and I F C G Supplied you not your spirit, but your shape. Am G All Eden's wealth arrayed before your eyes; F G I fathomed not you wanted to escape. Am G And though I only ever gave you love, F C G like every child you've chosen to rebel; G Am uprooted flowers and filled the holes with blood; D G Ask not for whom they toll the solemn bells. C G A child of dust to mother now return; Am G for every seed must die before it grows. F C And though above the world may toil and turn, G no prying spade will find you here below. C G F Now safe beneath their wisdom and their feet, C G F here I will teach you truly how to sleep.