Biografía:
Three bands have performed and recorded under the name "Show of Hands".
1) Show Of Hands are England's most successful acoustic roots duo - Steve Knightley and Phil Beer. Their widespread appeal is based on the combined power of Steve's original songs, the quality of their vocals and harmonies, and their multi-instrumental virtuosity. Their performances feature guitars, mandocello, fiddle, cuatro, viola and concertina.
Packing venues from the smallest village hall to the Royal Albert Hall in London
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Otras canciones:
- Arrogance Ignorance And Greed
- Boys Of Summer
- Captains
- Company Town
- Country Life
- Cousin Jack
- Galway Farmer
- Hallows Eve
- Keep Hauling
- Longdog
- Man Of War
- Reunion Hill
- Roots
- Santiago
- Stop Copying Me
- The Blue Cockade
- The Dive
- The Gamekeeper
- The Man In Green
- The Napoli
- The Setting Mary From Dungloe
- Undertow
- Youre Mine
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Verse 1]
G C G
In Devonshire I was a keeper,
Em C G
Half my life I lived outdoors.
D Em
Using skills my father taught me,
Am D Am D G
On land that edged the open moors.
[Verse 2]
G C G
I'd cut the snares of every poacher,
Em C G
Rising hours be-fore the sun.
D Em
I guarded nests and planted cover,
Am D Am D G
And drove the birds towards the guns.
[Verse 3]
G C G
I fought in France like half this county,
Em C G
With all the skills I brought from home.
D Em
I set traps and laid the wire,
Am D Am D G
The earth grew red as Devon's own.
[Verse 4]
G C G
July the first, nineteen sixteen,
Em C G
We early rose, passed round the rum.
D Em
The whistles blew and we broke cover,
Am D
And walked in line towards the guns.
Am D
We walked in line towards the guns.
[Verse 5]
G C G
Back on the land, I hire the beaters,
Em C G
And when the glor-ious twelfth has come.
D Em
We stand in line, we wait in sil-ence,
Am D
And walk once more towards the guns.
[Refrain]
Am D
We walk to-wards the waiting guns.
Am D
We walk to-wards the waiting guns.
Am D G
We walk to-wards the waiting guns.
G C G
In Devonshire I was a keeper,
Em C G
Half my life I lived outdoors.
D Em
Using skills my father taught me,
Am D Am D G
On land that edged the open moors.
[Verse 2]
G C G
I'd cut the snares of every poacher,
Em C G
Rising hours be-fore the sun.
D Em
I guarded nests and planted cover,
Am D Am D G
And drove the birds towards the guns.
[Verse 3]
G C G
I fought in France like half this county,
Em C G
With all the skills I brought from home.
D Em
I set traps and laid the wire,
Am D Am D G
The earth grew red as Devon's own.
[Verse 4]
G C G
July the first, nineteen sixteen,
Em C G
We early rose, passed round the rum.
D Em
The whistles blew and we broke cover,
Am D
And walked in line towards the guns.
Am D
We walked in line towards the guns.
[Verse 5]
G C G
Back on the land, I hire the beaters,
Em C G
And when the glor-ious twelfth has come.
D Em
We stand in line, we wait in sil-ence,
Am D
And walk once more towards the guns.
[Refrain]
Am D
We walk to-wards the waiting guns.
Am D
We walk to-wards the waiting guns.
Am D G
We walk to-wards the waiting guns.
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