Sellers Of Flowers

     Bm
The sellers of flowers
 G
Buy up old roses
     F
They pull off dead petals
     Am
Like old heads of lettuce
     Em
And sell ’em as new ones
     G
For cheaper and fairer
         D
But they die by the morning
    F
So who is the winner?


[Chorus]

Bb
Not the roses
Dm
Not the buyers
A
Not the sellers

Maybe winter


[Verse 2]

      Bm
Cause winter is coming
 G
Soon after summer
    F
It runs faster, faster
 Am
Chasing off Autumn
    Em                    G
We go from a warm sun to only a white sun
    D                     F
We go from a large sun to only a small one


[Verse 3]

   Bm                      G
When I was a small girl I walked through the market
   F                    Am
Holding my dad’s hand, mitten in gloved hand
   Em                         G
At night there were roses lit up in glass boxes
   D                                 F
The heat-lamps would keep them from freezing in winter


[Verse 4]

 Bb                          Dm
We never bought them but somebody must have
 A                     A7
Maybe they made it or maybe they froze up
 Bb
Before any person had put them in water
 A
And hoped that they’d still be alive by the morning


[Chorus]

Bb
Who’s the winner?
Dm
Not the roses
A
Not the buyers

Not the sellers
Bb
Not the tellers

Of these stories
A
Not the fathers

Not their children

Bb
Not those walking
Bb(b5)
On a dark night
A
Through a memory

They’re forgetting
Eb
Who’s the winner? Who’s the winner?
A
Maybe winter, maybe winter


[Verse 5]

 Bm                  D               F#m
Somebody steps on a light through a tunnel
 Bm                               D           F#m
They’re holding a piece of their mind in the rubble
Faug F#m A D     A   D
Hold on I won’t let go
Bm  A      G
I want to know


(Instrumental)


[Verse 6]

    Bm
But no one lives long enough
 G
To see the outcome
    F
To know any answers
    Am
To know what the point is
    Em
To know if the winter
 G
Ever came closer
 D
Than on that night
         F
When I walked with my father


[Verse 7]

   Bb
A small piece of ice
   Dm
Lodged in my mind
   A
Lodged in my thoughts, lodged in my eyes
  Gm
Cold all around, cold all around
  A
Warm from inside, warm from inside


[Chorus]

Bb
Who’s the winner?
Dm
Not the roses
A
Not the buyers

Not the sellers
Bb
Not the tellers

Of these stories
A
Not the fathers

Not their children

Bb
Who’s the winner?
Dm
Not the roses
A
Not the buyers

Not the sellers
Bb
Not the tellers

Of these stories
A
Not the fathers

Not their children


[Outro]

Bb
Not those walking
Bb(b5)
On a dark night
A
Through a memory

They’re forgetting
Eb
Who’s the winner? Who’s the winner?
A
Maybe winter, maybe winter
Eb
Who’s the winner? Who’s the winner?
A
Maybe winter, maybe winter
Eb                                  A    Gm  Edim   Dm
Who’s the winner? Who’s the winner?