Biografia:
Don McLean nasceu em 2 de outubro de 1945, em Nova York. Cantor e compositor, ficou famoso pela canção American Pie, elegia folk-pop de oito minutos e meio que atingiu o topo das paradas americanas. Iniciou sua carreira em meados dos anos 60, tocando em clubes nova-iorquinos, escolas primárias e em prol de causas ambientais.
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Outras músicas:
- American Pie
- And I Love You So
- Babylon
- Castles In The Air
- Crossroads
- Crying
- Empty Chairs
- Magdalene Lane
- Since I Don't Have You
- Vincent
- Vincent (starry Starry Night)
- Vincent (starry, Starry Night)
- Birthday Song
- Bronco Bills Lament
- Chain Lightning
- Dreidel
- Every Day
- Everybody Loves Me Baby
- Flight Of Dragons
- Going For The Gold
- Great Big Man
- Homeless Brother
- If I Only Had A Match
- Jerusalem
- La La I Love You
- Legend Of Andrew Mccrew
- Mountains O Mourne
- Oh My What A Shame
- On The Amazon
- Orphans Of Wealth
- Prime Time
- Respectable
- Since I Dont Have You
- The Grave
- The More You Pay
- The Pride Parade
- Till Tomorrow
- When Love Begins
- Winter Has Me In Its Grip
- Winterwood
- Wonderful Baby
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A beautiful song by Don McLean. Chords by Marvin2Shoes
The Grave by Don McLean
[spoken]
The grave that they dug him had flowers
Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colours
And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone…
He's gone
When the [Am] wars of our nation did [C] beckon
A [Dm] man barely twenty did answer the [E7] call
[Am] Proud of the trust that he [E7] placed in our nation. He is [Am] gone.
But [F] eternity knows him and it [Dm] knows what we've [E7] done.
And the [Am] rain fell like pearls on the [Dm] leaves of the [E7] flowers
Leaving [Am] brown muddy clay where the [Dm] earth had been [E7] dry
And [Am] deep in the trench he waited for [E7] hours
As he [F] held to his rifle and [Dm] prayed not to [E7] die
But the [Dm] silence of night was [Am] shattered by fire
As [Dm] guns and grenades blasted [Am] sharp through the air
[Dm] One after another his [Am] comrades were slaughtered
In a [C] morgue of marines, [Dm] alone standing [E7] there
He [F] crouched ever lower, ever [Dm] lower in [Am] fear
They [F] can't let me die, they can't [Dm] let me die [Am] here
I'll [F] cover myself with the [Am] mud and the earth
I'll [F] cover myself, I know I'm not [E7] brave!
The [Am] earth, the [Dm] earth, the [E7] earth is my grave
[Solo]
[spoken]
The [Am] grave that they dug him had [C] flowers
Gathered from the hillsides in [Dm] bright summer [E7] colours
And the [Am] brown earth bleached [Dm] white at the [E7] edge of his gravestone
He is gone… [Am]
The Grave by Don McLean
[spoken]
The grave that they dug him had flowers
Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colours
And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone…
He's gone
When the [Am] wars of our nation did [C] beckon
A [Dm] man barely twenty did answer the [E7] call
[Am] Proud of the trust that he [E7] placed in our nation. He is [Am] gone.
But [F] eternity knows him and it [Dm] knows what we've [E7] done.
And the [Am] rain fell like pearls on the [Dm] leaves of the [E7] flowers
Leaving [Am] brown muddy clay where the [Dm] earth had been [E7] dry
And [Am] deep in the trench he waited for [E7] hours
As he [F] held to his rifle and [Dm] prayed not to [E7] die
But the [Dm] silence of night was [Am] shattered by fire
As [Dm] guns and grenades blasted [Am] sharp through the air
[Dm] One after another his [Am] comrades were slaughtered
In a [C] morgue of marines, [Dm] alone standing [E7] there
He [F] crouched ever lower, ever [Dm] lower in [Am] fear
They [F] can't let me die, they can't [Dm] let me die [Am] here
I'll [F] cover myself with the [Am] mud and the earth
I'll [F] cover myself, I know I'm not [E7] brave!
The [Am] earth, the [Dm] earth, the [E7] earth is my grave
[Solo]
[spoken]
The [Am] grave that they dug him had [C] flowers
Gathered from the hillsides in [Dm] bright summer [E7] colours
And the [Am] brown earth bleached [Dm] white at the [E7] edge of his gravestone
He is gone… [Am]
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