Chords for Declan Millar - The Burial Mound
Tempo:
100.525 bpm
Chords used:
D
Dm
G
F
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
[Dm]
[D] For [D]
those who follow the seasons on that first January morn,
They [C] rise up from the narcotic dusk, [D] they shall be reborn.
The rise we need from a month-long sleep, Will fall across the floor,
Smoking bowls, telling unfinished tales, From the year before.
[A] [D] Struggling to till the unfertile ground, Trading smokes, replacing the burial mound,
Come the frost, we'll count the funeral costs, For all [Dm] things past,
Counting old [C] friends lost in the [D]
cold, That's on the ground, [A] the cold is on the [D] ground.
And hearing our most ancient bard lament, After the [Dm] deed, that the [C] skidding wheels of
experience, [D] Hit the land's youth at speed.
Biblicals to the children all, Recounting long lost [Dm] days,
[D] Their voice and smile live out the while, In the songs Hillways play.
Struggling to till the unfertile ground, [Dm] [G] Trading [D] smokes, replacing the burial mound,
Come [G] the frost, we'll count the funeral costs, [D] For all things [A] past,
Counting old [D] friends lost in the [D] cold, That's on the ground, [F] the cold [D] is on the ground.
[Dm] The cold is on [D] the [Dm]
[F]
[D]
[F] [D]
ground.
[C] [A] [D]
By twelfth night, the growing light, [F] Call for [D] volunteers,
When the last rays of December sun, Have called last orders on the year.
The people gather by old Bride's Mount, [F] For the final time,
[D] Then they wander up the rainy street, Singing old Lang Syne.
Struggling to till the unfertile ground, Trading smokes, replacing the burial mound,
Come the frost, we'll count the funeral costs, For all things past,
Counting old friends lost in the cold, That's on the ground, [F] the cold [D] is on the ground.
[A] The cold.
That [D]
[E]
[D] [G] is our [Am] calling, our calling, [D] From the earth.
[D] [G] [D]
[Bm] [G]
[D]
[Bm] [G]
[Bm] [G]
[D]
[Dm]
[D] For [D]
those who follow the seasons on that first January morn,
They [C] rise up from the narcotic dusk, [D] they shall be reborn.
The rise we need from a month-long sleep, Will fall across the floor,
Smoking bowls, telling unfinished tales, From the year before.
[A] [D] Struggling to till the unfertile ground, Trading smokes, replacing the burial mound,
Come the frost, we'll count the funeral costs, For all [Dm] things past,
Counting old [C] friends lost in the [D]
cold, That's on the ground, [A] the cold is on the [D] ground.
And hearing our most ancient bard lament, After the [Dm] deed, that the [C] skidding wheels of
experience, [D] Hit the land's youth at speed.
Biblicals to the children all, Recounting long lost [Dm] days,
[D] Their voice and smile live out the while, In the songs Hillways play.
Struggling to till the unfertile ground, [Dm] [G] Trading [D] smokes, replacing the burial mound,
Come [G] the frost, we'll count the funeral costs, [D] For all things [A] past,
Counting old [D] friends lost in the [D] cold, That's on the ground, [F] the cold [D] is on the ground.
[Dm] The cold is on [D] the [Dm]
[F]
[D]
[F] [D]
ground.
[C] [A] [D]
By twelfth night, the growing light, [F] Call for [D] volunteers,
When the last rays of December sun, Have called last orders on the year.
The people gather by old Bride's Mount, [F] For the final time,
[D] Then they wander up the rainy street, Singing old Lang Syne.
Struggling to till the unfertile ground, Trading smokes, replacing the burial mound,
Come the frost, we'll count the funeral costs, For all things past,
Counting old friends lost in the cold, That's on the ground, [F] the cold [D] is on the ground.
[A] The cold.
That [D]
[E]
[D] [G] is our [Am] calling, our calling, [D] From the earth.
[D] [G] [D]
[Bm] [G]
[D]
[Bm] [G]
[Bm] [G]
[D]
Key:
D
Dm
G
F
A
D
Dm
G
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ For _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ those who follow the seasons on that first January morn,
They [C] rise up from the narcotic dusk, [D] they shall be reborn.
_ _ _ The rise we need from a month-long sleep, Will fall across the floor,
Smoking bowls, telling unfinished tales, From the year before. _
_ _ [A] _ _ [D] Struggling to till the _ unfertile ground, _ _ Trading smokes, replacing the burial mound,
_ Come the frost, we'll count the funeral costs, For all [Dm] things past,
Counting old [C] friends lost in the [D]
cold, That's on the ground, [A] the cold is on the [D] ground. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ And hearing our most ancient bard lament, After the [Dm] deed, that the [C] skidding wheels of
experience, [D] Hit the land's youth at speed.
_ Biblicals to the children all, Recounting long lost [Dm] days,
[D] Their voice and smile live out the while, In the songs Hillways play.
_ Struggling to till the unfertile ground, [Dm] _ _ [G] Trading [D] smokes, replacing the burial mound, _
Come [G] the frost, we'll count the funeral costs, [D] For all things [A] past,
Counting old [D] friends lost in the [D] cold, That's on the ground, [F] the cold [D] is on the ground.
[Dm] The cold is on [D] the _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
ground.
[C] _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ By twelfth night, the growing light, [F] Call for [D] volunteers,
When the last rays of December sun, Have called last orders on the year.
The people gather by old Bride's Mount, [F] For the final time,
[D] Then they wander up the rainy street, Singing old Lang Syne.
_ Struggling to till the unfertile ground, _ _ Trading smokes, replacing the burial mound, _ _
Come the frost, we'll count the funeral costs, For all things past,
Counting old friends lost in the cold, That's on the ground, [F] the cold [D] is on the ground.
[A] The cold.
That _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [G] is our [Am] calling, our calling, [D] From the earth. _ _ _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ For _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ those who follow the seasons on that first January morn,
They [C] rise up from the narcotic dusk, [D] they shall be reborn.
_ _ _ The rise we need from a month-long sleep, Will fall across the floor,
Smoking bowls, telling unfinished tales, From the year before. _
_ _ [A] _ _ [D] Struggling to till the _ unfertile ground, _ _ Trading smokes, replacing the burial mound,
_ Come the frost, we'll count the funeral costs, For all [Dm] things past,
Counting old [C] friends lost in the [D]
cold, That's on the ground, [A] the cold is on the [D] ground. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ And hearing our most ancient bard lament, After the [Dm] deed, that the [C] skidding wheels of
experience, [D] Hit the land's youth at speed.
_ Biblicals to the children all, Recounting long lost [Dm] days,
[D] Their voice and smile live out the while, In the songs Hillways play.
_ Struggling to till the unfertile ground, [Dm] _ _ [G] Trading [D] smokes, replacing the burial mound, _
Come [G] the frost, we'll count the funeral costs, [D] For all things [A] past,
Counting old [D] friends lost in the [D] cold, That's on the ground, [F] the cold [D] is on the ground.
[Dm] The cold is on [D] the _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
ground.
[C] _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ By twelfth night, the growing light, [F] Call for [D] volunteers,
When the last rays of December sun, Have called last orders on the year.
The people gather by old Bride's Mount, [F] For the final time,
[D] Then they wander up the rainy street, Singing old Lang Syne.
_ Struggling to till the unfertile ground, _ _ Trading smokes, replacing the burial mound, _ _
Come the frost, we'll count the funeral costs, For all things past,
Counting old friends lost in the cold, That's on the ground, [F] the cold [D] is on the ground.
[A] The cold.
That _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [G] is our [Am] calling, our calling, [D] From the earth. _ _ _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _