Chords for Alf Prøysen - Kyllingen [NORSK TEKST/LYRICS]

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_ [Gbm] _ [A] _ [E] _ _ _ [Dbm] _ [B] _
_ [Ab] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
It was once a poor mother with eight little [Dbm] yellow children,
[A] who ran around [E] looking for a house [Em] and [A] learned to [Ebm] walk. _
[Dbm] The smallest of [Ab] the eight, [E] a [A] little wild [Ab] boy,
[A] he wanted [E] to go out into _ [B] the world and go on [E] adventures.
_ _ _ But the poor man he called me, now you must be a kid,
[A]
for the world [E] is dangerous, it [Gbm] is easy to go [Ab] wild.
[Dbm] And the cold [Ab] he had, _ [E] but [A] when it was [Ab] evening,
[A] and the mother [E] had fallen asleep, [B]
he went _ [E] anyway. _ _
He smuggled through the netting and whipped, and he was gone.
[A] And the night [E] was so dark, but he [A] was very [Ab] nice. _
[Dbm] He ran as [Ab] fast as he could [B] _
[Gbm] through many [Ab] lands,
[A] but then he was [E] _ unlucky [B] and plopped [E] into a pond.
_ With a string he made a dreamy house where he licked himself in,
[A] and sat [E] down carefully [A] and dried his [Ab] wing.
_ _ [Dbm] Then he flew [Ab] into the forest [Bm] _ [Gbm] between tall [Ab] _ trees,
[A] and fell [E] into something cold, [B] something that lay _ [E] there. _
_ In the evening the next day he was _ [A] completely frightened.
_ In [E] one of his puddles, who [A] had taken up the [Ab] sea,
_ [Dbm] and the lake where [Ab] he plodded, [B] there [Gbm] was a [Ab] bowl of water.
[Gbm] And [A] the house [E] where he rested [B] was Karis' [E] playpen. _ _
And the forest was a rough edge, and the road was not long.
[A] It stretched [E] from the house [Abm] to the [A] mother's dark [Ab]
pond.
[Dbm] It [Ab] seems you are small, [B] because [A] you [Ab] are so heavy, _
but [Bb] it is [E] more than long enough [B]
for the one who is small.
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