Chords for Francesca Evans - How She Could Sing The Wildwood Flower

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_ _ _ How She Could Sing the Wildwood Flower is one of my favourite songs and it was initially
written by the McCarrigle sisters, Kate and Anna, and Emmylou Harris, three people who
I greatly admire as singer-songwriters.
Unfortunately, Kate died a couple of years ago of cancer.
_ _ The song really is about _ Sarah Carter and the Carter family.
Sarah had been in love
with someone else when she was married and singing in the Carter family, but her letters
to her lover were _ intercepted.
One night she was on the radio and she sang for her lover
and called him Mr Blue Eyes, I think. _
He immediately heard this and drove through the night.
Basically,
they were together from that moment ever since, but she still sang within the Carter family.
How She Could Sing the Wildwood Flower and she really could. _ _ _ _
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_ How she could sing the wildwood [Bb] flower, _ _ _ [F] the often girl he would love [C] so long. _ _
_ [F] In the end
he knew she'd been his finest [Bb] hour.
_ _ _ [F] Now all he [C] has left of her [F] is her song.
_ _ He first saw
her _ _ standing by her cabin door.
Her song was ringing, _ _ _ [C] hiding a voice so [F] strong and sure
to that lonesome valley.
_ _ He'd bring her there to be his bride, where they would live and [C] work
together side by [F] side.
_ She was his sunshine, _ she was his moon and morning stars.
His words would
ring true on [C] the chords of [F] her guitar.
He was driven _ and lost to her for days and days to the
lonesome valley.
[C] Finally drove her [F] far away. _ _
_ _ _ How she could sing the [Bb] wildwood flower, _ _ _ [F] the often girl
he would love [C] so _ long.
_ In [F] the end he knew she'd been his [Bb] finest hour. _ _ _
[F] Now all he has [C] left of her
[F] is her song. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ We all cling to, _ as the years keep rolling on, one single promise _ _ of [C] a love that's
past and [F]
gone and that lonesome valley.
_ _ We all walk it by ourselves where the wildwood flower is
[C] a story we [F] will tell. _
_ _ _ _ How she could sing the [Bb] wildwood flower, _ _ _ [F] the often girl he would love [C] so long.
_ _ _ [F] In
the end he knew she'd been his finest [Bb] hour. _ _
_ [F] Now all he has [C] left of her [F] is her song. _ _ _ _ _
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_ How she could sing the [Bb] wildwood flower, _ _ _ [F] now all we have [C] left of her [F] is her song. _ _
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