Chords for Cornwall My True Love
Tempo:
67.95 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
A
C#m
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Oh, hi guys.
Yeah, I'm ready when you are.
Don't be a mind, I'm just going to carry on making supper.
I've got a few tasks tonight.
Count me in.
One, [Am] two, a one, two.
As the hound obeys the hunter's horn call,
So I'm called back home to Cornwall.
For that's where my heart [E] lies buried,
Neath the standing stone.
Where a white cross on a black field [F#] standing,
Proudly waves above the landing place,
Beneath the rugged [B] cliffs of Cornwall, my true [E] love.
Broken images of [A] memories awaken in my bones,
When I do recall the land I [C#m] left behind that [B] was my home.
[A] Sailing out from [E] Falmouth Bay way [C#m] back in 1983,
[E] Green behind the ears, just fifteen [B] years of age, [E] well that was me.
Like a fool searching for freedom, roaming further far and wide,
I set out but I did not [C#m] return upon [B] the running tide.
[A] Where the timeless [E] cliffs resound [C#m] with mournful echoes of the cries,
[E] Of fearless seabirds chasing [B] storm clouds through [E] the silver skies.
As the hound obeys the hunter's [A] horn call,
So I'm called back home to [E] Cornwall.
For that's where my heart [B] lies buried,
Neath the standing stone.
[E] Where a white cross on a black field standing,
Proudly waves above the landing place,
Beneath the rugged [B] cliffs of Cornwall, [E] my true love.
From the all-night clubs of West Berlin [A] to the lonely paradis,
[E] From chaotic squats in Amsterdam [C#m] to the New [B] World cross the sea,
[A] From the forests [E] of New Hampshire [C#m] to the streets of London town,
[E] Though I loved each place, I could not [B] stay forever [E] homeward bound.
Where the gorse and foxglove dance and [A] sway upon the rolling moor,
[E] And the sea wind blows her emerald [C#m] kiss from north [B] to southern shore,
[A] Where a song of [E] stone sings out in [C#m] tune to transatlantic waves.
[E] If I could but hear that song [B] again, my soul [E] it would be safe.
As the hound obeys the hunter's [A] horn call,
So I'm called back home to [E] Cornwall.
For that's where my heart [B] lies buried,
Neath the standing stone.
[E] Where a white cross on a black field [A] standing,
Proudly waves above the [E] landing place,
Beneath the rugged [B] cliffs of Cornwall, [E] my true love.
When I die, as we must do, one and all,
Send my [A] body home to Cornwall,
Place my bones down [E] with my heart beneath the standing stone.
Put a white cross on a black field [A] standing,
On my coffin, then I'll [E] finally rest in peace,
Within the [B] arms of Cornwall, my true [E] love.
As the hound obeys the hunter's [A] horn call,
So I'm called back home to [E] Cornwall.
For that's where my heart lies [B] buried,
Neath the standing stone.
[E] Where a white cross on a black field [A] standing,
Proudly waves above the [E] landing place,
Beneath the rugged [B] cliffs of Cornwall, [E] my true love.
Where a white cross on a black field standing,
[C#] Proudly waves above the landing place,
Beneath the rugged cliffs of Cornwall, my true love.
Good one!
[N]
Yeah, I'm ready when you are.
Don't be a mind, I'm just going to carry on making supper.
I've got a few tasks tonight.
Count me in.
One, [Am] two, a one, two.
As the hound obeys the hunter's horn call,
So I'm called back home to Cornwall.
For that's where my heart [E] lies buried,
Neath the standing stone.
Where a white cross on a black field [F#] standing,
Proudly waves above the landing place,
Beneath the rugged [B] cliffs of Cornwall, my true [E] love.
Broken images of [A] memories awaken in my bones,
When I do recall the land I [C#m] left behind that [B] was my home.
[A] Sailing out from [E] Falmouth Bay way [C#m] back in 1983,
[E] Green behind the ears, just fifteen [B] years of age, [E] well that was me.
Like a fool searching for freedom, roaming further far and wide,
I set out but I did not [C#m] return upon [B] the running tide.
[A] Where the timeless [E] cliffs resound [C#m] with mournful echoes of the cries,
[E] Of fearless seabirds chasing [B] storm clouds through [E] the silver skies.
As the hound obeys the hunter's [A] horn call,
So I'm called back home to [E] Cornwall.
For that's where my heart [B] lies buried,
Neath the standing stone.
[E] Where a white cross on a black field standing,
Proudly waves above the landing place,
Beneath the rugged [B] cliffs of Cornwall, [E] my true love.
From the all-night clubs of West Berlin [A] to the lonely paradis,
[E] From chaotic squats in Amsterdam [C#m] to the New [B] World cross the sea,
[A] From the forests [E] of New Hampshire [C#m] to the streets of London town,
[E] Though I loved each place, I could not [B] stay forever [E] homeward bound.
Where the gorse and foxglove dance and [A] sway upon the rolling moor,
[E] And the sea wind blows her emerald [C#m] kiss from north [B] to southern shore,
[A] Where a song of [E] stone sings out in [C#m] tune to transatlantic waves.
[E] If I could but hear that song [B] again, my soul [E] it would be safe.
As the hound obeys the hunter's [A] horn call,
So I'm called back home to [E] Cornwall.
For that's where my heart [B] lies buried,
Neath the standing stone.
[E] Where a white cross on a black field [A] standing,
Proudly waves above the [E] landing place,
Beneath the rugged [B] cliffs of Cornwall, [E] my true love.
When I die, as we must do, one and all,
Send my [A] body home to Cornwall,
Place my bones down [E] with my heart beneath the standing stone.
Put a white cross on a black field [A] standing,
On my coffin, then I'll [E] finally rest in peace,
Within the [B] arms of Cornwall, my true [E] love.
As the hound obeys the hunter's [A] horn call,
So I'm called back home to [E] Cornwall.
For that's where my heart lies [B] buried,
Neath the standing stone.
[E] Where a white cross on a black field [A] standing,
Proudly waves above the [E] landing place,
Beneath the rugged [B] cliffs of Cornwall, [E] my true love.
Where a white cross on a black field standing,
[C#] Proudly waves above the landing place,
Beneath the rugged cliffs of Cornwall, my true love.
Good one!
[N]
Key:
E
B
A
C#m
Am
E
B
A
Oh, hi guys.
Yeah, I'm ready when you are.
Don't be a mind, I'm just going to carry on making supper.
I've got a few tasks tonight.
Count me in.
One, [Am] two, a one, two.
As the hound obeys the hunter's horn call,
So I'm called back home to Cornwall.
For that's where my heart [E] lies buried,
Neath the standing stone.
Where a white cross on a black field [F#] standing,
Proudly waves above the landing place,
Beneath the rugged [B] cliffs of Cornwall, my true [E] love.
_ Broken images of [A] memories awaken in my bones,
When I do recall the land I [C#m] left behind that [B] was my home.
[A] Sailing out from [E] Falmouth Bay way [C#m] back in 1983,
[E] Green behind the ears, just fifteen [B] years of age, [E] well that was me.
_ Like a fool searching for freedom, roaming further far and wide,
I set out but I did not [C#m] return upon [B] the running tide.
[A] Where the timeless [E] cliffs resound [C#m] with mournful echoes of the cries,
[E] Of fearless seabirds chasing [B] storm clouds through [E] the silver skies.
As the hound obeys the hunter's [A] horn call,
So I'm called back home to [E] Cornwall.
For that's where my heart [B] lies buried,
Neath the standing stone.
[E] Where a white cross on a black field standing,
Proudly waves above the landing place,
Beneath the rugged [B] cliffs of Cornwall, [E] my true love.
_ From the all-night clubs of West Berlin [A] to the lonely paradis,
[E] From chaotic squats in Amsterdam [C#m] to the New [B] World cross the sea,
[A] From the forests [E] of New Hampshire [C#m] to the streets of London town,
[E] Though I loved each place, I could not [B] stay forever [E] homeward bound.
_ Where the gorse and foxglove dance and [A] sway upon the rolling moor,
[E] And the sea wind blows her emerald [C#m] kiss from north [B] to southern shore,
[A] Where a song of [E] stone sings out in [C#m] tune to transatlantic waves.
[E] If I could but hear that song [B] again, my soul [E] it would be safe.
As the hound obeys the hunter's [A] horn call,
So I'm called back home to [E] Cornwall.
For that's where my heart [B] lies buried,
Neath the standing stone.
[E] Where a white cross on a black field [A] standing,
Proudly waves above the [E] landing place,
Beneath the rugged [B] cliffs of Cornwall, [E] my true love.
When I die, as we must do, one and all,
Send my [A] body home to Cornwall,
Place my bones down [E] with my heart beneath the standing stone.
Put a white cross on a black field [A] standing,
On my coffin, then I'll [E] finally rest in peace,
Within the [B] arms of Cornwall, my true [E] love.
As the hound obeys the hunter's [A] horn call,
So I'm called back home to [E] Cornwall.
For that's where my heart lies [B] buried,
Neath the standing stone.
[E] Where a white cross on a black field [A] standing,
Proudly waves above the [E] landing place,
Beneath the rugged [B] cliffs of Cornwall, [E] my true love.
Where a white cross on a black field standing,
[C#] Proudly waves above the landing place,
Beneath the rugged cliffs of Cornwall, my true love.
_ _ Good one! _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
Yeah, I'm ready when you are.
Don't be a mind, I'm just going to carry on making supper.
I've got a few tasks tonight.
Count me in.
One, [Am] two, a one, two.
As the hound obeys the hunter's horn call,
So I'm called back home to Cornwall.
For that's where my heart [E] lies buried,
Neath the standing stone.
Where a white cross on a black field [F#] standing,
Proudly waves above the landing place,
Beneath the rugged [B] cliffs of Cornwall, my true [E] love.
_ Broken images of [A] memories awaken in my bones,
When I do recall the land I [C#m] left behind that [B] was my home.
[A] Sailing out from [E] Falmouth Bay way [C#m] back in 1983,
[E] Green behind the ears, just fifteen [B] years of age, [E] well that was me.
_ Like a fool searching for freedom, roaming further far and wide,
I set out but I did not [C#m] return upon [B] the running tide.
[A] Where the timeless [E] cliffs resound [C#m] with mournful echoes of the cries,
[E] Of fearless seabirds chasing [B] storm clouds through [E] the silver skies.
As the hound obeys the hunter's [A] horn call,
So I'm called back home to [E] Cornwall.
For that's where my heart [B] lies buried,
Neath the standing stone.
[E] Where a white cross on a black field standing,
Proudly waves above the landing place,
Beneath the rugged [B] cliffs of Cornwall, [E] my true love.
_ From the all-night clubs of West Berlin [A] to the lonely paradis,
[E] From chaotic squats in Amsterdam [C#m] to the New [B] World cross the sea,
[A] From the forests [E] of New Hampshire [C#m] to the streets of London town,
[E] Though I loved each place, I could not [B] stay forever [E] homeward bound.
_ Where the gorse and foxglove dance and [A] sway upon the rolling moor,
[E] And the sea wind blows her emerald [C#m] kiss from north [B] to southern shore,
[A] Where a song of [E] stone sings out in [C#m] tune to transatlantic waves.
[E] If I could but hear that song [B] again, my soul [E] it would be safe.
As the hound obeys the hunter's [A] horn call,
So I'm called back home to [E] Cornwall.
For that's where my heart [B] lies buried,
Neath the standing stone.
[E] Where a white cross on a black field [A] standing,
Proudly waves above the [E] landing place,
Beneath the rugged [B] cliffs of Cornwall, [E] my true love.
When I die, as we must do, one and all,
Send my [A] body home to Cornwall,
Place my bones down [E] with my heart beneath the standing stone.
Put a white cross on a black field [A] standing,
On my coffin, then I'll [E] finally rest in peace,
Within the [B] arms of Cornwall, my true [E] love.
As the hound obeys the hunter's [A] horn call,
So I'm called back home to [E] Cornwall.
For that's where my heart lies [B] buried,
Neath the standing stone.
[E] Where a white cross on a black field [A] standing,
Proudly waves above the [E] landing place,
Beneath the rugged [B] cliffs of Cornwall, [E] my true love.
Where a white cross on a black field standing,
[C#] Proudly waves above the landing place,
Beneath the rugged cliffs of Cornwall, my true love.
_ _ Good one! _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _