The Trees - The Garden of Jane Delawney (B. Boshell)

This song has a fairly simple droning picking pattern. The song opens up with a C chord. I like to play it as a bar chord which allows you to pick out the lead part with your pinky, It's a little tricky but should only take a bit of time to train your fingers. Like this:

E I-----3--5--6--5--3-------I
B I--5h65--5--5--5--5--6--5-I
G I--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--5-I
D I--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--5-I
A I--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3-I
E I-------------------------I

Use your pinky for the notes on the top two strings, except play the high G on the 3rd fret by extending your first finger across one more string.

Let's call that the bridge. It plays as the intro and then at the end of every second verse, as well as the outro.

The Main progression for the song goes like this:

Dm - A - Bbm - Gm - Dm/A - A - Dm - A
Dm - A - Bbm - Gm - Dm/A - A - Bbm - Gm - Dm - A - Dm

Dm - A - Bbm - Gm - Dm/A - A - Dm - A
Dm - A - Bbm - Gm - Dm/A - A - Bbm - Gm - C (Bridge)

Easy enough. The picking pattern is very simple, i'll just do a small section of it and you'll get the drift:

E I------3---------------------I
B I------1-----2-----3-----3---I
G I----2-------2-----3-----3---I
D I--0-------2-----3-----------I
A I--------0-----1-------5-----I
E I--------------------3-------I

...and so on like that. Take some liberties with it as the song progresses if you feel so inclined. It shouldn't take long for your hands to fall into the hypnotic rhythm and soon you will understand the true pain of Jane Delawney and her fucked up garden.

Here are the lyrics:

The poet's voice lingers on
His words hang in the air
The ground you walk upon
Might as well not be there
Might as well not be there

I'll take you through my dreams
Out into the darkest morning
Past the blood filled streams
Into the garden of Jane Delawney
Into the garden now

Though the rose is fair
Don't pluck it as you pass
For a fire will consume your hair
And your eyes will turn to glass
Your eyes will turn to glass

In the willow's shade
Don't lie to hear it weep
For its tears of gold and jade
Will drown you as you sleep
Will drown you now

Jane Delawney had her dreams
That she never did discover
For the flow that feeds the stream
Is the life blood of her lover
Is the life blood of her lover

And the purifying beam
Of the sun will shine here never
While the spirit of her dream
In the garden lives forever
Lives forever now.............

And that's that. Here is a link to the audio for the song.

-Honeydripper