Аккорды Loreena McKennitt - Stolen Child

(Standard Tuning) 

Intro: Em  C   Em   C 
      Em                          Am         G/B     C  
Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake
      Em                         Am          G/B     C           
There lies a leafy island where flapping herons wake
     G            D               Am             Em   
The drowsy water-rats There we've hid our faery vats
Em        D            Em      D       C   D 
Full of berries And of reddest stolen cherries

[Chorus:]
                 G             D           Am             Em
          Come away, O human child to the waters and the wild
                  Em             D             G        D/F#          Em     
          With a faery, hand in hand for the world's more full of weeping
          D       Am    G/B       C      
          Than you/he can understand.

           Em                           Am         G/B        C    
Where the wave of moonlight glosses the dim grey sands with light
   Em                            Am   G/B    C   
By far off furthest rosses we foot it all the night
G              D              Am                   Em 
Weaving olden dances mingling hands and mingling glances
         Em                Am  Am     G/B    Em               
Till the moon has taken flight To and fro we leap
    Em                D                  G        D/F#      Em 
And chase the frothy bubbles whilst the world is full of troubles
D         Am      G/B     C     
And is anxious in its sleep.

[Chorus] - [Guitar Solo]
              
Where the wandering water gushes from the hills above Glen-Car
              
In pools among the rushes that scarce could bathe a star
              
We seek for slumbering trout and whispering in their ears
              
Give them unquiet dreams leaning softly out
             
From ferns that drop their tears over the young streams

[Chorus]


Em                           Am  G/B   C    
Away with us he's going the solemn-eyed
      Em                             Am            G/B       C 
He'll hear no more the lowing of the calves on the warm hillside
       G             D         Am            Em 
Or the kettle on the hob sing peace into his breast
Em                    Am               Am     G/B      Em   
Or see the brown mice bob round and round the oatmeal chest.
        
[Chorus]

        G                 D          Am              Em
For he comes, the human child to the waters and the wild
        Em            D                   G   D/F#      Em     
With a faery hand in hand for the world's more full of weeping
D    Am       G/B    C     
Than you can understand.