Biografia:
Heather Dale is a Canadian recording artist with Celtic roots, whose original music embraces the power of myth and legend. Tapping into the continuing evolution of Celtic peoples worldwide, Heather cheerfully disregards the typical limits for both folk singer-songwriters and Celtic balladeers, and fuses the folk tradition with a healthy mix of modern blues, jazz and world music influences. Her original music “is powerful stuff... with a depth and resonance rooted in its mythic sources" (Vancouver Sun)
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A song where I especially like the lyrics, with an interesting rhythm.
As usual ear-transcribed, I think the song is actually higher than my chords so I
tried with Capo and everything but didn't find out yet.
Other ideas always welcome.
Joan
Vese 1:
Am C
I am as god made me
Am D
I have no desire
Am G
For a mouth at my breast
Am D
Or a pot on the fire
Am C
I heed the higher voices,
Am D
I go where I'm sent
Am G Am D
To mow down the men who refuse to repent
C
I'm a scythe
Am G
In a field full of briars
Chorus:
Am
And they won't call me mother
C
Or sister or wife
D
They will know me or not
G
by the strenght of my life
C Am
I will burn with a light of my own
C G
They'll know me as Joan
Verse 2:
Am C
The courage of Catherine,
Am D
The flames of the forge,
Am G
The Sword of St. Michael,
Am D
The blood of St. George,
Am C
I take what I'm given,
Am D
I follow my truth,
Am G Am D
I gladly abandon the bloom of my youth,
C
I'm the lashing,
Am G
that falls from the scourge.
Last verse and chorus the same.
http://heatherdale.com/
As usual ear-transcribed, I think the song is actually higher than my chords so I
tried with Capo and everything but didn't find out yet.
Other ideas always welcome.
Joan
Vese 1:
Am C
I am as god made me
Am D
I have no desire
Am G
For a mouth at my breast
Am D
Or a pot on the fire
Am C
I heed the higher voices,
Am D
I go where I'm sent
Am G Am D
To mow down the men who refuse to repent
C
I'm a scythe
Am G
In a field full of briars
Chorus:
Am
And they won't call me mother
C
Or sister or wife
D
They will know me or not
G
by the strenght of my life
C Am
I will burn with a light of my own
C G
They'll know me as Joan
Verse 2:
Am C
The courage of Catherine,
Am D
The flames of the forge,
Am G
The Sword of St. Michael,
Am D
The blood of St. George,
Am C
I take what I'm given,
Am D
I follow my truth,
Am G Am D
I gladly abandon the bloom of my youth,
C
I'm the lashing,
Am G
that falls from the scourge.
Last verse and chorus the same.
http://heatherdale.com/
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