Chords for colin rudd - lament for boromir

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_ _ _ Through Bowen, [G] over Fennanfield, [E] where the [Am] long grass grows.
[C] The west wind [G] comes walking, [A] and [G] about the [Am] walls it goes.
_ [C] What news from [G] the west, oh wandering wind, [Am] do you [G] bring to [Am] me tonight?
_ _ Have you seen [G] Boromir the [E] Tall, by moon [Am] or by _ starlight?
_ I saw him ride [G] over seven [E] streams, over [D] waters white [Am] and grey.
_ I [C] saw him [G] walk in empty lands, [Am] [G] until he [Am] passed away.
[C] Into the [G] shadow of the north, [Am] I [G] saw him [Am] then no more.
_ The north [G] wind may have heard the horn [E] of the son of [Am] Benethor. _
_ [C] Oh [G] Boromir, from the high walls westward [Am] I looked afar.
_ Which came not [G] from the empty lands [E] where [Am] no men are.
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From the mouths of the [G] sea the south wind flies, [E] from the [Am] sandhills and the stones. _
[C] The wailing [G] of the gulls it [A] bears, and [G] at the [Am] gate it moans. _
[C] What news from [G] the south, oh scion wind, [Am] do you bring [G] to [Am] me at eve? _
Have you seen [G] Boromir the Fair, [E] he tarries [Am] in thy grief. _
_ Ask not [G] of me where he doth dwell, [E] so many [Am] bones there lie. _
[C] Upon the white shores [G] and the dark shores, [Am] [G] under the [Am] stormy sky. _
[C] So many have [G] passed down and [A] you in, to [Em] find the [Am] flowing sea. _ _
_ Ask of the [G] north wind, news of them [E] the north wind [Am] sends to me. _
[C] Oh [G] Boromir, beyond the gate, the seaward [Am] road runs south. _
But you came [G] not with the wailing [E] gulls, from [Am] the grey sea's mouth.
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And the gate of kings [G] the north wind [E] rides, and past [Bm] the roaring [Am] halls. _
[C] And clear and [G] cold about the [A] tower, its loud [Am] horn calls. _
[C] What news from the [G] north, oh mighty [A] wind, do you bring [G] to [A] me today? _ _
What news of [G] Boromir the Bold, [E] for he is [A] long [Am] away. _ _
_ _ _ _ Beneath Amon [G] Hen I heard his cry, [E] there many [Am] foes he fought.
_ [C] His cloven [G] shield, his broken [Am] sword, they to [G] the war [Am] to brought.
_ _ [C] His head so proud, [G] his face so [Am] fair, his [Em] limbs they [Am] laid to rest.
_ And Rauros, golden [G] Rauros falls, [E] for him [Am] upon its breast.
_ _ [C] Oh [G] Boromir, the tower of God, shall ever [Am] northward gaze.
_ To Rauros, [G] golden Rauros falls, [E] [A] until the end of days.
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