Chords for Fire + Ice - Gilded by the Sun
Tempo:
98.05 bpm
Chords used:
C#m
E
F#
B
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E]
[C#m]
[E]
[C#m]
[E]
[C#m]
[E]
[C#m]
[F#]
[C#m] I'll be young, [E] I'll find your trees [F#m] stand gilded by [B] the sun.
[C#m] Across the land [E] and in your fields [A] the tree-lined [F#] waters run.
[C#m] But in your hearts, what [E] light is there?
[A] What grows [F#] and comes to flower?
[C#m] Does mine grow cold?
[E] Do weakened hands [A] let slip their [F#] ancient power?
[C#m] I'll be young, I'll [C#] find your trees [E] stand gilded by [C#m] the sun.
[C#] [C#m]
[G#m] [B]
[C#m] [E]
[F#]
[C#m] I'll be young, [E] I see you now, [F#] once noble, high and fair.
[F#]
[C#m] Your greatness gone, [E] your wealth dispersed, [A] as empty [F#] as the air.
[C#m] What wasting sickness struck [E] so as [F#] the flesh beneath [B] the skin?
[C#m]
To fight and honour [E] at a stroke [F#] and withered from within.
[C#m] I'll be young, I'll [E] find your trees stand gilded by [C#m] the sun.
[B] [C#m]
[E] [G#m]
[C#m]
[F#]
[C#m] I'll be young, a [E] sapling tall, [A] but one that dies [B] not grows.
[C#m] A greater tree [E] you left to fall, [F#] but now your own sad close.
The [C#m] winter comes to [E] all that lives, [A] the ice that [E] slays the roots.
[C#m] Spring should ever [E] shine again, [F#] when you still bear a shoot.
[C#m] I'll be young, [E] I'll find your trees stand gilded by [C#m] the sun.
[B] [C#m]
[G#m]
[B] [C#m]
[F#] [E]
[C#m] I'll be young, [E] if worth remain, [F#] if what is left is shown.
[C#m] The smallest leaves, [E] the slightest bud, [F#] from ancient farms it grows.
[C#m] The gain is worth the sacrifice, [F#] the battle worth the same.
[C#m] But with your spirit [E] yet endure, [F#] the healing stroke of May.
[C#m] I'll be young, [C#] I'll find your [E] trees stand gilded by [C#m] the sun.
[C#] [C#m]
[G#m]
[C#m]
[F#m] [E]
[C#m] [E]
[A] [Bm]
[C#m] [E] [F#]
[C#m] [E]
[F#] [B]
[C#m]
[C#]
[C#m]
[E]
[C#m]
[E]
[C#m]
[E]
[C#m]
[F#]
[C#m] I'll be young, [E] I'll find your trees [F#m] stand gilded by [B] the sun.
[C#m] Across the land [E] and in your fields [A] the tree-lined [F#] waters run.
[C#m] But in your hearts, what [E] light is there?
[A] What grows [F#] and comes to flower?
[C#m] Does mine grow cold?
[E] Do weakened hands [A] let slip their [F#] ancient power?
[C#m] I'll be young, I'll [C#] find your trees [E] stand gilded by [C#m] the sun.
[C#] [C#m]
[G#m] [B]
[C#m] [E]
[F#]
[C#m] I'll be young, [E] I see you now, [F#] once noble, high and fair.
[F#]
[C#m] Your greatness gone, [E] your wealth dispersed, [A] as empty [F#] as the air.
[C#m] What wasting sickness struck [E] so as [F#] the flesh beneath [B] the skin?
[C#m]
To fight and honour [E] at a stroke [F#] and withered from within.
[C#m] I'll be young, I'll [E] find your trees stand gilded by [C#m] the sun.
[B] [C#m]
[E] [G#m]
[C#m]
[F#]
[C#m] I'll be young, a [E] sapling tall, [A] but one that dies [B] not grows.
[C#m] A greater tree [E] you left to fall, [F#] but now your own sad close.
The [C#m] winter comes to [E] all that lives, [A] the ice that [E] slays the roots.
[C#m] Spring should ever [E] shine again, [F#] when you still bear a shoot.
[C#m] I'll be young, [E] I'll find your trees stand gilded by [C#m] the sun.
[B] [C#m]
[G#m]
[B] [C#m]
[F#] [E]
[C#m] I'll be young, [E] if worth remain, [F#] if what is left is shown.
[C#m] The smallest leaves, [E] the slightest bud, [F#] from ancient farms it grows.
[C#m] The gain is worth the sacrifice, [F#] the battle worth the same.
[C#m] But with your spirit [E] yet endure, [F#] the healing stroke of May.
[C#m] I'll be young, [C#] I'll find your [E] trees stand gilded by [C#m] the sun.
[C#] [C#m]
[G#m]
[C#m]
[F#m] [E]
[C#m] [E]
[A] [Bm]
[C#m] [E] [F#]
[C#m] [E]
[F#] [B]
[C#m]
[C#]
Key:
C#m
E
F#
B
A
C#m
E
F#
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[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#m] I'll be young, [E] I'll find your trees [F#m] stand gilded by [B] the sun. _ _
[C#m] Across the land [E] and in your fields [A] the tree-lined [F#] waters run. _
[C#m] But in your hearts, what [E] light is there?
[A] What grows [F#] and comes to flower? _ _
[C#m] Does mine grow cold?
[E] Do weakened hands [A] let slip their [F#] ancient power? _ _
[C#m] I'll be young, I'll [C#] find your trees [E] stand gilded by [C#m] the sun. _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _
_ [G#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ [C#m] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#m] I'll be young, [E] I see you now, [F#] once noble, high and fair.
[F#] _
[C#m] Your greatness gone, [E] your wealth dispersed, [A] as empty [F#] as the air. _
[C#m] What wasting sickness struck [E] so as [F#] the flesh beneath [B] the skin?
_ [C#m]
To fight and honour [E] at a stroke [F#] and withered from within. _ _ _
[C#m] I'll be young, I'll [E] find _ _ your trees stand gilded by [C#m] the sun. _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _
[E] _ [G#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#m] I'll be young, a [E] sapling tall, [A] but one that dies [B] not grows. _
[C#m] A greater tree [E] you left to fall, [F#] but now your own sad close.
The [C#m] winter comes to [E] all that lives, [A] the ice that [E] slays the roots. _
[C#m] Spring should ever [E] shine again, [F#] when you still bear a shoot. _ _
[C#m] I'll be young, [E] I'll find your trees stand gilded by [C#m] the sun. _
_ _ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _
_ [G#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[C#m] I'll be young, [E] if worth remain, [F#] if what is left is shown. _
[C#m] The smallest leaves, [E] the slightest bud, [F#] from ancient farms it grows. _ _
[C#m] The gain is worth the _ sacrifice, [F#] the battle worth the same. _
[C#m] But with your spirit [E] yet endure, [F#] the healing stroke of May. _ _
[C#m] I'll be young, [C#] I'll find your [E] trees stand gilded by [C#m] the sun. _ _
_ [C#] _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _
[G#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
[C#m] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
[C#m] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [F#] _
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[C#m] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
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[C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#m] I'll be young, [E] I'll find your trees [F#m] stand gilded by [B] the sun. _ _
[C#m] Across the land [E] and in your fields [A] the tree-lined [F#] waters run. _
[C#m] But in your hearts, what [E] light is there?
[A] What grows [F#] and comes to flower? _ _
[C#m] Does mine grow cold?
[E] Do weakened hands [A] let slip their [F#] ancient power? _ _
[C#m] I'll be young, I'll [C#] find your trees [E] stand gilded by [C#m] the sun. _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _
_ [G#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ [C#m] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#m] I'll be young, [E] I see you now, [F#] once noble, high and fair.
[F#] _
[C#m] Your greatness gone, [E] your wealth dispersed, [A] as empty [F#] as the air. _
[C#m] What wasting sickness struck [E] so as [F#] the flesh beneath [B] the skin?
_ [C#m]
To fight and honour [E] at a stroke [F#] and withered from within. _ _ _
[C#m] I'll be young, I'll [E] find _ _ your trees stand gilded by [C#m] the sun. _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _
[E] _ [G#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#m] I'll be young, a [E] sapling tall, [A] but one that dies [B] not grows. _
[C#m] A greater tree [E] you left to fall, [F#] but now your own sad close.
The [C#m] winter comes to [E] all that lives, [A] the ice that [E] slays the roots. _
[C#m] Spring should ever [E] shine again, [F#] when you still bear a shoot. _ _
[C#m] I'll be young, [E] I'll find your trees stand gilded by [C#m] the sun. _
_ _ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _
_ [G#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[C#m] I'll be young, [E] if worth remain, [F#] if what is left is shown. _
[C#m] The smallest leaves, [E] the slightest bud, [F#] from ancient farms it grows. _ _
[C#m] The gain is worth the _ sacrifice, [F#] the battle worth the same. _
[C#m] But with your spirit [E] yet endure, [F#] the healing stroke of May. _ _
[C#m] I'll be young, [C#] I'll find your [E] trees stand gilded by [C#m] the sun. _ _
_ [C#] _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _
[G#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
[C#m] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
[C#m] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [F#] _
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[F#] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
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