Patti Smith

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       Am                 Dm7     Am
Oh the story's told, been told, retold
         Am                       Dm7 Am
From the sacred scriptures to the tabloids
        Am                    Dm7    Am
All the fuss and fight, none above a whisper
    Am                  Dm7        Am
The soul of gold to the belly of a boy

Well they drew him from the forest like they draw blood
Tied him to a tree like St. Sebastian
And he turned his head and let the arrows fly
Through the trees, the trees, the ornamental leaves

     Dm        Am
     Boy cried wolf
     Wolf don't come
     Wolf within
     Boy cried wolf

In the ancient mold they're dancing down
Calling to the moon but it don't answer
And they fell on their knees, passed the bowl around
And the blood, the blood, the sacramental blood

     Boy cried wolf
     Wolf don't come
     Wolf within
     Boy cried wolf

     Am
     I am the body, I am the stream
     I am the wake of everything
     They bring me flowers that are myself
     Garlands of blood that are myself
     Slain the lamb that is myself
     I pray for the lamb that is himself

Well they drew him from the forest like they draw blood
Tied him to a tree like St. Sebastian
And he turned his head and let the arrows fly
Through the trees, the trees, the ornamental leaves

     Boy cried wolf
     Wolf don't come
     Wolf within
     Boy cried wolf

     I don't care
     I don't mind
     I don't know
     I don't know

Dm                                Am
Torn, reborn, the cries of our dismay
Are nothing to the wind but whose to mind
Kings are lifted up and kings are thrown
Lost, received, retrieved, the human tide

    Dm            Am
Innocence had its day
Innocence had its day
Innocence, innocence