Аккорды Jim Moray - Hind Etin

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[Intro]
Em      | Em     Bm    |
C D Em  | G D Em       |
G   D   | Em     Bm    |
C D Em  | G   D Bm  Em |

[Verse 1]
     Em
Lady Margaret sits in her father’s door,
  Em            Bm
Sewing a silken seam;
      C       D         Em
She’s heard a note from Elmond’s wood,
    G           D       Em
And wished that she was there.

      G                 D
She’s thrown her needle to her side,
        Em                 Bm
And the thread down to her knee,
    C      D       Em
And she is gone to Elmond’s wood
   G       D   Bm    Em
As fast as she could fly.

[Verse 2]
      Em
She’s walked among the bustling wood,
    Em              Bm
And sat down by the stone,
    C     D       Em
And by it came up Hind Etin,
         G     D      Em
Saying, “Lady, leave alone.

    G                D
You may not pull the flowers here,
    Em               Bm
Nor shade under this tree,
    C       D      Em
For I’m the keeper of this wood
    G        D  Bm  Em
And none may go but me.”

[Verse 3]
   Em
“I heard a note from Elmond’s wood
     Em             Bm
That floated on the wind,
    C        D          Em
The sweetest music that e’er I heard
     G       D        Em
That drew me here within.”

    G                D
And something in her winsome smile
   Em                  Bm
It caused his heart to moan;
         C      D     Em
And he’s fluted her into a trance
   G        D  Bm  Em
To keep her as his own.

[Verse 4]
     Em
He’s got the branches from the oak,
    Em              Bm
The rushes from the stream,
    C      D      Em
And he has made a shady bower
   G        D    Em
To keep his lady in.

    G               D
She had not been so very long,
   Em             Bm
So long away from home,
     C        D     Em
Till she grew heavy round the waist
     G     D Bm   Em
With child coming on.

[Instrumental]
F#m      | Em     C#m     |
D E F#m  | A E F#m        |
A   E    | F#m     C#m    |
D E F#m  | A   E C#m  F#m |

[Verse 5]
     Em
She had not been but seven years,
Em           Bm
Seven years away,
     C       D         Em
Till she has borne him seven sons
   G        D    Em
To keep her company.

    G                 D
But how her heart did mourn the loss
       Em                 Bm
Of the world she’s left behind,
     C     D    Em
That every hour of the day
    G          D  Bm   Em
The tears come rolling down.

[Verse 6]
     Em
Then up and spoke her eldest son,
    Em              Bm
Sat at his father’s knee:
      C         D      Em
“What makes our mother for to weep
    G        D     Em
And mourn continually.”

      G            D
“Your mother was a king’s daughter,
       Em               Bm
Sprung from some high degree,
    C          D        Em
She would have had some noble prince,
        G        D     Bm Em
Had she not been stole by me.“

[Verse 7]
        Em
So that night as they lay in one bower,
  Em                Bm
Before the close of day,
    C      D        Em
The eldest took his flute in hand
    G    D      Em
And he began to play.

   G              D
He sounded such a soothing note,
    Em                  Bm
For he had learned them well;
    C      D      Em
His father fell into a trance,
    G      D    Bm   Em
His mother from hers fell.

[Instrumental 2]
G  D Em
F    Em

[Verse 8]
      Em
She’s take her children in her arms,
    Em              Bm
And started for the town,
    C     D         Em
And every mile this lady ran,
    G         D       Em
Her heart was beating strong.

    G                    D
And when she reached her father’s house
   Em           Bm
It was not even day,
    C       D        Em
And not one hour had even passed
      G       D    Bm Em
Since she had been a--way.

[Verse 9]
    Em
The king’s awoken in the morn
    Em                Bm
And called his court around,
    C      D        Em
And he has sent his merry men
   G        D        Em
To burn the woodland down.

     G                D
They lived inside the royal house,
     Em               Bm
Full all of mirth and glee;
    C        D       Em
And when the king he was deceased,
     G      D     Bm  Em
Heir to the crown was she.
Но если и музыка нас оставит, что будет тогда с нашим миром? (Гоголь)
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