Prothalamium

Am

[Verse 1]
                             D    Am
Come, all of you who are not satisfied
               E        F       G
As rulers in a lone wallpapered room
                       Am                   Em
Full of mute birds and flowers that falsely bloom
    Am                              D        Am
And closets choked with dreams that long ago died


[Verse 2]
C                                  Dm     C
Come, let us sweep the old streets like a bride
      F            C               Dm       Am
Sweep out the dead leaves with a relentless broom
C                                    G
Prepare for spring as if he were our groom
    Am              C         D     Am     D
For whose light footstep eagerly we bide


[Verse 3]
                                       G         D
We'll sweep out the shadows, where the rats long fed
                               Em    G     Am
Sweep out our shame and in its place we'll make
  D                          G        D
A bower for love, a splendid marriage bed
              Am  D      Am     G       Am
Fragrant with flowers, a-quiver for the spring


[Verse 4]
                                G            C
And when he comes, our murdered dreams shall wake
                                F           G
And when he comes, all the mute birds shall sing
    C       G      Am           D           Am
And when he comes, all the mute birds shall sing