Chords for Richard Dawson - The Ghost of a Tree
Tempo:
49.75 bpm
Chords used:
G
F
C
D
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
We come upon the ghost of a tree at Buddha Tov's Pass.
Golden and green, flapping its leaves.
Though it [G] is winter and there is no breeze,
Seven [D] little sparrows tail our soldiers,
Hopping in [C#] amongst the curling [N] boughs.
Then comes a shout from one of our party,
Old Albert Bowsfield's fallen down a hole.
Hoof upon hoof, fastened to a rope,
Not able to ascertain how deep it goes.
Albert, can you hear me make a sound?
If you can't make a sound, then clap two stones.
Leaving behind our friend in the lion pit,
We hurry on in quiet dread.
Into the fog, smothering the gales,
The raindrops are falling like the bars of a jail.
Buried in the arsehole of the world,
A road burned on huts, we made our beds.
Lying awake, looking up through the black wooden [G] beams,
I can see the [F] Milky Way.
Comes a stream [N] out of the sky,
A great ball of fire goes hurtling by.
Everyone's awake, now what the hell is happening today?
It's all so clear.
[G] [F] Rising at dawn to find Thomas Knox,
Has blocked from his sleep in storm and froth.
Face [G] like a mask, fixed in a gasp,
[D] We wrap him in blankets and we cover him with [C] grass.
Onward with our journey through Taolo,
And over Hadley Hill past Hanging [G] Stone.
Cold on our end to fill our bellies with
Dark [F] bloody meat and sour [G] black beer.
Everywhere warmed, never distrayed,
[N] Far from the road through [C] Cailleboug.
Several of the children [G] from the village
Disappeared last month without a trace.
Three hours later, we go in single,
[G] Fire through a maze of moaning soil.
Reeking of dung, droning of flies,
The moss on the trees glows as we pass by.
There is something awful alive in this place,
We are most relieved to leave behind.
The moon is a peach in the brown fields of Cablesworth,
It won't be [B] long till we get home.
[G] Cramp in our guts, fire in our throats,
Mischief undulated [B] through our bones.
Suddenly the city lights around [G] us,
Disappearing off into the clouds.
Seven [C] little sparrows pale
Golden and green, flapping its leaves.
Though it [G] is winter and there is no breeze,
Seven [D] little sparrows tail our soldiers,
Hopping in [C#] amongst the curling [N] boughs.
Then comes a shout from one of our party,
Old Albert Bowsfield's fallen down a hole.
Hoof upon hoof, fastened to a rope,
Not able to ascertain how deep it goes.
Albert, can you hear me make a sound?
If you can't make a sound, then clap two stones.
Leaving behind our friend in the lion pit,
We hurry on in quiet dread.
Into the fog, smothering the gales,
The raindrops are falling like the bars of a jail.
Buried in the arsehole of the world,
A road burned on huts, we made our beds.
Lying awake, looking up through the black wooden [G] beams,
I can see the [F] Milky Way.
Comes a stream [N] out of the sky,
A great ball of fire goes hurtling by.
Everyone's awake, now what the hell is happening today?
It's all so clear.
[G] [F] Rising at dawn to find Thomas Knox,
Has blocked from his sleep in storm and froth.
Face [G] like a mask, fixed in a gasp,
[D] We wrap him in blankets and we cover him with [C] grass.
Onward with our journey through Taolo,
And over Hadley Hill past Hanging [G] Stone.
Cold on our end to fill our bellies with
Dark [F] bloody meat and sour [G] black beer.
Everywhere warmed, never distrayed,
[N] Far from the road through [C] Cailleboug.
Several of the children [G] from the village
Disappeared last month without a trace.
Three hours later, we go in single,
[G] Fire through a maze of moaning soil.
Reeking of dung, droning of flies,
The moss on the trees glows as we pass by.
There is something awful alive in this place,
We are most relieved to leave behind.
The moon is a peach in the brown fields of Cablesworth,
It won't be [B] long till we get home.
[G] Cramp in our guts, fire in our throats,
Mischief undulated [B] through our bones.
Suddenly the city lights around [G] us,
Disappearing off into the clouds.
Seven [C] little sparrows pale
Key:
G
F
C
D
B
G
F
C
We come upon the ghost of a tree at Buddha Tov's Pass.
Golden and green, flapping its leaves.
Though it [G] is winter and there is no breeze,
Seven [D] little sparrows tail our soldiers,
Hopping in [C#] amongst the curling [N] boughs.
Then comes a shout from one of our party,
Old Albert Bowsfield's fallen down a hole.
Hoof upon hoof, fastened to a rope,
Not able to ascertain how deep it goes.
Albert, can you hear me make a sound?
If you can't make a sound, then clap two stones.
Leaving behind our friend in the lion pit,
We hurry on in quiet dread.
Into the fog, smothering the gales,
The raindrops are falling like the bars of a jail.
Buried in the arsehole of the world,
A road burned on huts, we made our beds.
Lying awake, looking up through the black wooden [G] beams,
I can see the [F] Milky Way.
Comes a stream [N] out of the sky,
A great ball of fire goes hurtling by.
Everyone's awake, now what the hell is happening today?
It's all so clear.
[G] _ [F] Rising at dawn to find Thomas Knox,
Has blocked from his sleep in storm and froth.
Face [G] like a mask, fixed in a gasp,
[D] We wrap him in blankets and we cover him with [C] grass.
Onward with our journey through Taolo,
And over Hadley Hill past Hanging [G] Stone.
Cold on our end to fill our bellies with
Dark [F] bloody meat and sour [G] black beer.
Everywhere warmed, never distrayed,
[N] Far from the road through [C] Cailleboug.
Several of the children [G] from the village
Disappeared last month without a trace.
Three hours later, we go in single,
[G] Fire through a maze of moaning soil.
Reeking of dung, droning of flies,
The moss on the trees glows as we pass by.
There is something awful alive in this place,
We are most relieved to leave behind.
The moon is a peach in the brown fields of Cablesworth,
It won't be [B] long till we get home.
[G] Cramp in our guts, fire in our throats,
Mischief undulated [B] through our bones.
Suddenly the city lights around [G] us,
Disappearing off into the clouds.
Seven [C] little sparrows pale
Golden and green, flapping its leaves.
Though it [G] is winter and there is no breeze,
Seven [D] little sparrows tail our soldiers,
Hopping in [C#] amongst the curling [N] boughs.
Then comes a shout from one of our party,
Old Albert Bowsfield's fallen down a hole.
Hoof upon hoof, fastened to a rope,
Not able to ascertain how deep it goes.
Albert, can you hear me make a sound?
If you can't make a sound, then clap two stones.
Leaving behind our friend in the lion pit,
We hurry on in quiet dread.
Into the fog, smothering the gales,
The raindrops are falling like the bars of a jail.
Buried in the arsehole of the world,
A road burned on huts, we made our beds.
Lying awake, looking up through the black wooden [G] beams,
I can see the [F] Milky Way.
Comes a stream [N] out of the sky,
A great ball of fire goes hurtling by.
Everyone's awake, now what the hell is happening today?
It's all so clear.
[G] _ [F] Rising at dawn to find Thomas Knox,
Has blocked from his sleep in storm and froth.
Face [G] like a mask, fixed in a gasp,
[D] We wrap him in blankets and we cover him with [C] grass.
Onward with our journey through Taolo,
And over Hadley Hill past Hanging [G] Stone.
Cold on our end to fill our bellies with
Dark [F] bloody meat and sour [G] black beer.
Everywhere warmed, never distrayed,
[N] Far from the road through [C] Cailleboug.
Several of the children [G] from the village
Disappeared last month without a trace.
Three hours later, we go in single,
[G] Fire through a maze of moaning soil.
Reeking of dung, droning of flies,
The moss on the trees glows as we pass by.
There is something awful alive in this place,
We are most relieved to leave behind.
The moon is a peach in the brown fields of Cablesworth,
It won't be [B] long till we get home.
[G] Cramp in our guts, fire in our throats,
Mischief undulated [B] through our bones.
Suddenly the city lights around [G] us,
Disappearing off into the clouds.
Seven [C] little sparrows pale