Chords for Childhood Christmas
Tempo:
115.5 bpm
Chords used:
C#
A
C#m
B
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C#m]
[C#] [A] My father played the [D] melodion outside at [Em] our gate.
There were stars in the morning east, [C#m] and they danced to his music.
[D] Across the wild bogs [A] his melodion called [C#] to lennons and callons.
[C#m] As I [E] pulled on my trousers in a hurry, I knew that some strange [D] thing had happened.
[A] Outside in the cowhouse my mother made the music of milking.
[F#] The light [D] of her stable [C#m] lamp was a star, and [B] the frost of [C#] Bethlehem made it twinkle.
[Am] A water hen screeched in the bog.
Mass-going feet crunched the [B] wafer ice on the potholes.
[C#] Somebody wistfully twisted [Am] the bellows wheel.
[F] My child poet picked [Em] out the letters on the grey stone.
[C#m] In silver the wonder of [A] a Christmas townland, the winking glitter [F#] of a frosty dawn.
[G#]
[F#] Cassiopeia was over [B] Cassidy's hanging hill.
[C#] I looked, and three whin bushes [Em] rode across the horizon—the Three [A] Wise Kings.
[D#] An [F] old [C#] man passing said, [F] Can't he make it talk?
[Am] The Melodion.
[Bm] I hid in the [E] doorway and tightened the belt of my box-pleated coat.
I nicked six nicks on the doorpost with my penknife's big [Bm] blade.
There [C#m] was a little one for cutting tobacco, [F#m] and I was six Christmases of age.
[B]
My father played [A] the Melodion.
[C#m] My mother milked the cows.
[C#] And [A] I had a prayer [F#] like a white rose pinned [A] on the Virgin Mary's [C#] blouse.
[B] [Am]
[C#] [A] My father played the [D] melodion outside at [Em] our gate.
There were stars in the morning east, [C#m] and they danced to his music.
[D] Across the wild bogs [A] his melodion called [C#] to lennons and callons.
[C#m] As I [E] pulled on my trousers in a hurry, I knew that some strange [D] thing had happened.
[A] Outside in the cowhouse my mother made the music of milking.
[F#] The light [D] of her stable [C#m] lamp was a star, and [B] the frost of [C#] Bethlehem made it twinkle.
[Am] A water hen screeched in the bog.
Mass-going feet crunched the [B] wafer ice on the potholes.
[C#] Somebody wistfully twisted [Am] the bellows wheel.
[F] My child poet picked [Em] out the letters on the grey stone.
[C#m] In silver the wonder of [A] a Christmas townland, the winking glitter [F#] of a frosty dawn.
[G#]
[F#] Cassiopeia was over [B] Cassidy's hanging hill.
[C#] I looked, and three whin bushes [Em] rode across the horizon—the Three [A] Wise Kings.
[D#] An [F] old [C#] man passing said, [F] Can't he make it talk?
[Am] The Melodion.
[Bm] I hid in the [E] doorway and tightened the belt of my box-pleated coat.
I nicked six nicks on the doorpost with my penknife's big [Bm] blade.
There [C#m] was a little one for cutting tobacco, [F#m] and I was six Christmases of age.
[B]
My father played [A] the Melodion.
[C#m] My mother milked the cows.
[C#] And [A] I had a prayer [F#] like a white rose pinned [A] on the Virgin Mary's [C#] blouse.
[B] [Am]
Key:
C#
A
C#m
B
D
C#
A
C#m
_ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ [A] My father played the [D] melodion outside at [Em] our gate.
There were stars in the morning east, [C#m] and they danced to his music.
_ [D] _ Across the wild bogs [A] his melodion called [C#] to lennons and callons. _
_ [C#m] _ _ As I [E] pulled on my trousers in a hurry, I knew that some strange [D] thing had happened.
[A] _ _ _ _ Outside in the cowhouse my mother made the music of milking.
[F#] _ The light [D] of her stable [C#m] lamp was a star, and [B] the frost of [C#] Bethlehem made it twinkle.
_ [Am] _ _ A water hen screeched in the bog.
Mass-going feet crunched the [B] wafer ice on the potholes.
_ _ [C#] Somebody wistfully twisted [Am] the bellows wheel.
_ [F] My child poet picked [Em] out the letters on the grey stone.
[C#m] In silver the wonder of [A] a Christmas townland, the winking glitter [F#] of a frosty dawn.
_ _ _ [G#] _
[F#] Cassiopeia was over [B] Cassidy's hanging hill.
[C#] I looked, and three whin bushes [Em] rode across the _ horizon—the Three [A] Wise Kings.
_ _ [D#] An [F] old [C#] man passing said, [F] Can't he make it talk?
[Am] The Melodion.
_ _ [Bm] I hid in the [E] doorway and tightened the belt of my box-pleated coat. _
I nicked six nicks on the doorpost with my penknife's big [Bm] blade.
There [C#m] was a little one for cutting tobacco, [F#m] and I was six Christmases of age.
_ [B] _
_ My father played [A] the Melodion. _
[C#m] My mother milked the cows.
_ [C#] And [A] I had a prayer [F#] like a white rose pinned [A] on the Virgin Mary's [C#] blouse. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ [A] My father played the [D] melodion outside at [Em] our gate.
There were stars in the morning east, [C#m] and they danced to his music.
_ [D] _ Across the wild bogs [A] his melodion called [C#] to lennons and callons. _
_ [C#m] _ _ As I [E] pulled on my trousers in a hurry, I knew that some strange [D] thing had happened.
[A] _ _ _ _ Outside in the cowhouse my mother made the music of milking.
[F#] _ The light [D] of her stable [C#m] lamp was a star, and [B] the frost of [C#] Bethlehem made it twinkle.
_ [Am] _ _ A water hen screeched in the bog.
Mass-going feet crunched the [B] wafer ice on the potholes.
_ _ [C#] Somebody wistfully twisted [Am] the bellows wheel.
_ [F] My child poet picked [Em] out the letters on the grey stone.
[C#m] In silver the wonder of [A] a Christmas townland, the winking glitter [F#] of a frosty dawn.
_ _ _ [G#] _
[F#] Cassiopeia was over [B] Cassidy's hanging hill.
[C#] I looked, and three whin bushes [Em] rode across the _ horizon—the Three [A] Wise Kings.
_ _ [D#] An [F] old [C#] man passing said, [F] Can't he make it talk?
[Am] The Melodion.
_ _ [Bm] I hid in the [E] doorway and tightened the belt of my box-pleated coat. _
I nicked six nicks on the doorpost with my penknife's big [Bm] blade.
There [C#m] was a little one for cutting tobacco, [F#m] and I was six Christmases of age.
_ [B] _
_ My father played [A] the Melodion. _
[C#m] My mother milked the cows.
_ [C#] And [A] I had a prayer [F#] like a white rose pinned [A] on the Virgin Mary's [C#] blouse. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _