All the Trees Are Hers Lyrics

Here is my tab for All The Trees Are Hers by Hawksley Workman. He played it with
a capo on the third fret when I saw him last summer.
Chords:
All the trees are hers
And the bees and furs
Not exactly hymns but hers
All the skies are fine
And the beasts with spurs
Not exactly wings, flutters
sus4
ooh,
And the nights with stars
And the cold shudders
Precise and orderly clutters
After quite some time
We'll be who we were
I will certainly trust her
in
When the time comes to die
in
When the time comes to die
Will we steal the truth in it?
in
Cuz when the time comes to die
in
Blow the dust and close your eyes
Will we believe the truth in it?
in
All the trees are hers
in7/
Tall and green and worse
To pollinate the cup butter
in
Even apple trees
in7/
With reluctant worms
Can satisfy her needs for sure
in
And the rhubarb burst
in7/
Through the dark rich earth
Makes the sweetest intermittent purr
in
And what is fallow now
in7/
Will come to deserve
Gsux4 G
Poetry's most lovely words