Cm Bb Gm Ab x3 (powerchord)  
Cm Bb Gm Gm (powerchord)  


Cm Bb  
Bitter branches  
Cm Bb  
spreading out.  
Cm Bb  
There's none more bitter  
Cm Bb  
than the wood.  
Gm       Ab  
Into the wide world,  
Gm Ab  
it grows,  
Cm Bb  
twisting under  
Cm Bb  
soldier's feet,  
Cm Bb  
standing in line  
Cm Bb  
and the damp earth underneath.  
Gm        Ab  
Holding up their rifles  
Gm Ab  
high,  
Gm              Ab  
holding their young wives  
Gm        Ab  
who wave goodbye.  


Bb Cm x2 (powerchord)  
Ab Cm (powerchord)  
Gm Gm (powerchord)  


Cm Bb  
Hold up the clear glass  
Cm Bb  
to look and see  
Cm Bb  
soldiers standing  
Cm Bb  
and the roots twist underneath.  
Gm        Ab  
Their young wives with white hands  
Gm        Ab  
wave goodbye.  
Gm        Ab  
Their arms as bitter branches  
Gm        Ab  
spreading into the world.  
Cm Bb  
Wave goodbye,  
Gm        Ab  
Wave goodbye.