Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
Capo: 1
Am C
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G
Mmmm mmmm
Am
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Am
Mmmm mmmmmmmmmm
[Verse 1]
Am G C F
The world was young, the mountains green
F G Em Am
No stain yet on, the moon was seen
Am G Em C
No words were laid, on stream or stone
F Dm Em Am
When Durin woke, and walked alone
F G
He named the nameless hills and dells
Am C F G
He drank from yet untasted wells
F Am C G
He stooped and looked in Mirrormere
Dm C F G
And saw a crown of stars appear
Dm G C F
As gems upon a silver thread
F G Em Am
Above the shadows of his head
Am G C F
The world was fair, the mountains tall,
Dm G Em Am
In Elder Days before the fall
Am G Dm
Of mighty kings in Nargothrond
C F G
And Gondolin, who now beyond
Am F G C
The Western Seas have passed away:
F G Em Am
the world was fair in Durin's Day.
Am F C G
A king he was on carven throne
Am G C G
In many-pillared halls of stone
Am F C Am
With golden roof and silver floor,
F C F G
And runes of power upon the door.
Am F C G
The light of sun and star and moon
Dm F C G
In shining lamps of crystal hewn
C G C F
Undimmed by cloud or shade of night
F G Em Am
There shone for ever fair and bright.
Am F C G
There hammer on the anvil smote,
Am F C G
There chisel clove, and graver wrote;
Am F C Am
There forged was blade, and bound was hilt;
F C Am G
The delver mined, the mason built.
Am F C G
There beryl, pearl, and opal pale,
Dm F Am G
And metal wrought like fishes' mail,
C G C F
Buckler and corslet, axe and sword,
Dm G Em Am
And shining spears were laid in hoard.
F G
Aaah Aaah
Am F Em C
Unwearied then were Durin's folk;
Am C F G
Beneath the mountains music woke:
Am G C F
The harpers harped, the minstrels sang,
F G Em Am
And at the gates the trumpets rang.
Am G C F
The world is gray, the mountains old
F G Em Am
The forge's fire, is ashen cold
Am G Em C
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls
F Dm Em Am
The darkness dwells in Durin's halls
Am F Dm Em
The shadow lies upon his tomb
Am C F G
In Moria, in Khazad-dûm
F Am Dm C G
But still the sunken stars appear
Dm C F G
In dark and windless Mirrormere
Am G C Dm
There lies his crown in water deep
F G Em Am
Till Durin wakes again from sleep
Am C
Mmmmm Mmm mmm
G
Mmmm mmmm
Am
Mmmm mmm mmm mmm
Am
Mmmm mmmmmmmmmm
[Verse 1]
Am G C F
The world was young, the mountains green
F G Em Am
No stain yet on, the moon was seen
Am G Em C
No words were laid, on stream or stone
F Dm Em Am
When Durin woke, and walked alone
F G
He named the nameless hills and dells
Am C F G
He drank from yet untasted wells
F Am C G
He stooped and looked in Mirrormere
Dm C F G
And saw a crown of stars appear
Dm G C F
As gems upon a silver thread
F G Em Am
Above the shadows of his head
Am G C F
The world was fair, the mountains tall,
Dm G Em Am
In Elder Days before the fall
Am G Dm
Of mighty kings in Nargothrond
C F G
And Gondolin, who now beyond
Am F G C
The Western Seas have passed away:
F G Em Am
the world was fair in Durin's Day.
Am F C G
A king he was on carven throne
Am G C G
In many-pillared halls of stone
Am F C Am
With golden roof and silver floor,
F C F G
And runes of power upon the door.
Am F C G
The light of sun and star and moon
Dm F C G
In shining lamps of crystal hewn
C G C F
Undimmed by cloud or shade of night
F G Em Am
There shone for ever fair and bright.
Am F C G
There hammer on the anvil smote,
Am F C G
There chisel clove, and graver wrote;
Am F C Am
There forged was blade, and bound was hilt;
F C Am G
The delver mined, the mason built.
Am F C G
There beryl, pearl, and opal pale,
Dm F Am G
And metal wrought like fishes' mail,
C G C F
Buckler and corslet, axe and sword,
Dm G Em Am
And shining spears were laid in hoard.
F G
Aaah Aaah
Am F Em C
Unwearied then were Durin's folk;
Am C F G
Beneath the mountains music woke:
Am G C F
The harpers harped, the minstrels sang,
F G Em Am
And at the gates the trumpets rang.
Am G C F
The world is gray, the mountains old
F G Em Am
The forge's fire, is ashen cold
Am G Em C
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls
F Dm Em Am
The darkness dwells in Durin's halls
Am F Dm Em
The shadow lies upon his tomb
Am C F G
In Moria, in Khazad-dûm
F Am Dm C G
But still the sunken stars appear
Dm C F G
In dark and windless Mirrormere
Am G C Dm
There lies his crown in water deep
F G Em Am
Till Durin wakes again from sleep
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