Chords for Borderlands, Archie Fisher on Celtic Roots Festival
Tempo:
155.35 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
Bm
E
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A]
One of the most beautiful parts of Scotland, but neglected, is the Borderlands.
The English side is quite nice as well, but I prefer the Scottish side.
From
[D] [A]
[D] [E]
[A] the moorlands and the meadows, to the city of the shadows,
where I wander old and lonely, [Bm] comes a call I [E] understand.
[D] In clear soft notes [Bm] enthralling, [F#m] just [C#m] [F#m] calling, ever calling,
to [Bm] the spirit of the old [E] field, [A] and the dear old [D]
[A] Borderlands.
For [D] this grim huge city daunts me, [A]
this wiggle of sorrow haunts me,
a nameless figure tossed [Bm] amidst the human surf [E] that beats,
[D] forever and [Bm] forever, [F#m] in a frenzy of endeavour,
along [Bm] the cruel [E] barriers of [D] its never-ending [A]
streets.
[D]
[A]
[D] [A] But I leave it in the morning, slip away without a warning,
save a hand clasp from the friend that knows [Bm] the call that leads [E] me on.
In [D] the city's [Bm] clang and clatter, [F#m] one old man the less won't matter,
and [Bm] no one here [E] will say me [D] nay, or care that [A] I am gone.
[D] By cat and foot I'll linger, it [A] has charms to stay the singer,
and from the bridge [D] a [A] painter's [Bm] dream of beauty there I'll [E] see.
[D] Then I'll leave it all behind me, [F#m] the purple evening shadows find me,
past [Bm] the vines [E] of cloven forts, [D] the haunted [A] Torr would leave.
[D]
[A]
[D] [A]
There, driver and Malrose, touched by the wizard Sparrow,
in Beamer's side, and Leaderfoot, [Bm] and Alvin's fairy [E] dean,
with the [D] tweed [A]
[Bm] serenely gliding, [F#m] clearly seen, and shyly hiding,
what [Bm] yieldens raise [E] their triple [D] crest, the sentinel [A] of the scene.
But [D] alas, the dream is over, [A] I awake now to discover,
the city's rush, the bustling [Bm] crowd, and the din on every [E] hand.
[A] But [D] on my ear, [A] [Bm] softly falling, [A] I can hear the [F#m] curlews calling,
and I know that soon [E] I'll see them in [D] the dear old [A] borderland.
[D]
[A]
[D]
[Dm] [E] [N]
One of the most beautiful parts of Scotland, but neglected, is the Borderlands.
The English side is quite nice as well, but I prefer the Scottish side.
From
[D] [A]
[D] [E]
[A] the moorlands and the meadows, to the city of the shadows,
where I wander old and lonely, [Bm] comes a call I [E] understand.
[D] In clear soft notes [Bm] enthralling, [F#m] just [C#m] [F#m] calling, ever calling,
to [Bm] the spirit of the old [E] field, [A] and the dear old [D]
[A] Borderlands.
For [D] this grim huge city daunts me, [A]
this wiggle of sorrow haunts me,
a nameless figure tossed [Bm] amidst the human surf [E] that beats,
[D] forever and [Bm] forever, [F#m] in a frenzy of endeavour,
along [Bm] the cruel [E] barriers of [D] its never-ending [A]
streets.
[D]
[A]
[D] [A] But I leave it in the morning, slip away without a warning,
save a hand clasp from the friend that knows [Bm] the call that leads [E] me on.
In [D] the city's [Bm] clang and clatter, [F#m] one old man the less won't matter,
and [Bm] no one here [E] will say me [D] nay, or care that [A] I am gone.
[D] By cat and foot I'll linger, it [A] has charms to stay the singer,
and from the bridge [D] a [A] painter's [Bm] dream of beauty there I'll [E] see.
[D] Then I'll leave it all behind me, [F#m] the purple evening shadows find me,
past [Bm] the vines [E] of cloven forts, [D] the haunted [A] Torr would leave.
[D]
[A]
[D] [A]
There, driver and Malrose, touched by the wizard Sparrow,
in Beamer's side, and Leaderfoot, [Bm] and Alvin's fairy [E] dean,
with the [D] tweed [A]
[Bm] serenely gliding, [F#m] clearly seen, and shyly hiding,
what [Bm] yieldens raise [E] their triple [D] crest, the sentinel [A] of the scene.
But [D] alas, the dream is over, [A] I awake now to discover,
the city's rush, the bustling [Bm] crowd, and the din on every [E] hand.
[A] But [D] on my ear, [A] [Bm] softly falling, [A] I can hear the [F#m] curlews calling,
and I know that soon [E] I'll see them in [D] the dear old [A] borderland.
[D]
[A]
[D]
[Dm] [E] [N]
Key:
D
A
Bm
E
F#m
D
A
Bm
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
One of the most beautiful parts of Scotland, but neglected, is the Borderlands.
_ The English side is quite nice as well, but I prefer the Scottish side. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ From _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E]
[A] the moorlands and the meadows, _ to the city of the shadows,
where I wander old and lonely, [Bm] comes a call I [E] understand.
_ _ [D] In clear soft notes [Bm] enthralling, [F#m] just [C#m] [F#m] calling, ever calling,
to [Bm] the spirit of the old [E] field, [A] and the dear old [D] _
[A] _ _ Borderlands.
_ _ For [D] this grim huge city daunts me, [A]
this wiggle of sorrow haunts me,
a nameless figure tossed _ [Bm] amidst the human surf [E] that beats,
_ _ [D] forever and [Bm] forever, _ _ [F#m] in a frenzy of endeavour,
along [Bm] the cruel [E] _ barriers of [D] its never-ending [A] _
_ streets. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] But I leave it in the morning, _ slip away without a warning,
save a hand clasp from the friend that knows [Bm] the call that leads [E] me on.
In [D] the city's [Bm] clang and clatter, [F#m] one old man the less won't matter,
and [Bm] no one here [E] will say me [D] nay, or care that [A] I am gone.
_ _ [D] By cat and foot I'll linger, it [A] has charms to stay the singer,
and from the bridge [D] a [A] painter's [Bm] dream of beauty there I'll [E] see.
[D] Then I'll leave it all behind me, [F#m] the purple evening shadows find me,
past [Bm] the vines [E] of cloven forts, [D] the haunted [A] Torr would leave. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A]
There, driver and Malrose, _ touched by the wizard Sparrow,
in Beamer's side, and Leaderfoot, [Bm] and Alvin's fairy [E] dean,
with the [D] tweed _ [A]
[Bm] serenely gliding, [F#m] clearly seen, and shyly hiding,
what [Bm] yieldens raise [E] their triple [D] crest, the sentinel [A] of the scene.
_ _ _ But [D] alas, the dream is over, [A] I awake now to discover,
_ the city's rush, the bustling [Bm] crowd, and the din on every [E] hand.
[A] But [D] on my ear, [A] [Bm] softly falling, [A] I can hear the [F#m] curlews calling,
and I know that soon [E] I'll see them in [D] the dear old [A] _ borderland. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [N] _
One of the most beautiful parts of Scotland, but neglected, is the Borderlands.
_ The English side is quite nice as well, but I prefer the Scottish side. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ From _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E]
[A] the moorlands and the meadows, _ to the city of the shadows,
where I wander old and lonely, [Bm] comes a call I [E] understand.
_ _ [D] In clear soft notes [Bm] enthralling, [F#m] just [C#m] [F#m] calling, ever calling,
to [Bm] the spirit of the old [E] field, [A] and the dear old [D] _
[A] _ _ Borderlands.
_ _ For [D] this grim huge city daunts me, [A]
this wiggle of sorrow haunts me,
a nameless figure tossed _ [Bm] amidst the human surf [E] that beats,
_ _ [D] forever and [Bm] forever, _ _ [F#m] in a frenzy of endeavour,
along [Bm] the cruel [E] _ barriers of [D] its never-ending [A] _
_ streets. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] But I leave it in the morning, _ slip away without a warning,
save a hand clasp from the friend that knows [Bm] the call that leads [E] me on.
In [D] the city's [Bm] clang and clatter, [F#m] one old man the less won't matter,
and [Bm] no one here [E] will say me [D] nay, or care that [A] I am gone.
_ _ [D] By cat and foot I'll linger, it [A] has charms to stay the singer,
and from the bridge [D] a [A] painter's [Bm] dream of beauty there I'll [E] see.
[D] Then I'll leave it all behind me, [F#m] the purple evening shadows find me,
past [Bm] the vines [E] of cloven forts, [D] the haunted [A] Torr would leave. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A]
There, driver and Malrose, _ touched by the wizard Sparrow,
in Beamer's side, and Leaderfoot, [Bm] and Alvin's fairy [E] dean,
with the [D] tweed _ [A]
[Bm] serenely gliding, [F#m] clearly seen, and shyly hiding,
what [Bm] yieldens raise [E] their triple [D] crest, the sentinel [A] of the scene.
_ _ _ But [D] alas, the dream is over, [A] I awake now to discover,
_ the city's rush, the bustling [Bm] crowd, and the din on every [E] hand.
[A] But [D] on my ear, [A] [Bm] softly falling, [A] I can hear the [F#m] curlews calling,
and I know that soon [E] I'll see them in [D] the dear old [A] _ borderland. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [N] _