Tuned down a whole step EADGBe becomes DAFCGd Dear prodigal you are my son and I Supplied you not your spirit but your shape. All Eden’s wealth arrayed before your eyes; I fathomed not you wanted to escape. And though I only ever gave you love like every child you’ve chosen to rebel; uprooted flowers and filled the holes with blood; Ask not for whom they toll the solemn bells. A child of dust to mother now return; for every seed must die before it grows. And though above the world may toil and turn no prying spade will find you here below. Now safe beneath their wisdom and their feet here I will teach you truly how to sleep.