Chords for Song Of Durin
Tempo:
113.55 bpm
Chords used:
E
C
D
F#
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D]
[C]
[Am]
[F#]
[E]
The world was young, the mountains [B] green, No stain yet on the moon was seen,
[C] No words were laid on stream or [Am] stone, When Durin woke and walked [E]
alone.
He named the nameless hills and [D] dells, He drank from yet [Bm] untasted wells,
[C] He stooped and looked in mirror [Am] mere, And saw a crown of stars appear,
As gems upon a silver thread, Above the shadow of his [E]
head.
The world was fair, the mountains tall, [Bm] In elder days before the fall [C] of mighty kings,
In Argothrond [A] and Gondolin, Who now beyond [C] the western seas have passed away,
[A] The world was fair in [E] Durin's day.
[E] A king he was on carbon throne, In many pillared halls of stone,
With golden [Am] roof and silver floor, [E] And runes of power upon the door,
The light of sun and star and [Em] moon, [Bm] In shining [D] lamps of crystal hewn,
[C] Undimmed by cloud or [Am] shade of night, [E] There shone forever [F#] fair and bright.
[C]
[E]
[E] [F#]
[E]
There hammer on the anvil smote, There chiseled clove and graver wrote,
[C] There forged was blade and bound was hilt, [A] The dell, the mine, the mason built,
[E] There beryl, pearl and opal pale, [D] And metal rods like fishes' mail,
[C]
Buckler and corslet, axe and sword, [F#] And shining spears were laid in hoard.
[E]
[Em]
Unwearied then were Durin's folk, [D]
Beneath the mountains music woke,
[C] The harp his heart, the minstrel sang, [A] And at the gates the trumpets [Em] rang.
[F#]
[E]
Spray the mountains o'er, [D] The forge is fire, is ash and coal,
[C] No harp is rung, no hammer falls, [E] The darkness dwells in Durin's halls,
The shadow lies upon his tomb, [E] In Moriah, in Cazadu,
But still the sunken stars appear, In dark and windless Miramere,
[C] Their lies his crown in water deep, [D] So Durin wakes [E] again from [Em] sleep.
[Em]
[D]
[C]
[Bm]
[D]
[B]
[F#]
[Em] [D]
[C]
[F#]
[Em]
[D]
[C]
[Am] [F#]
[E]
[Em]
[E]
[C]
[Am]
[F#]
[E]
The world was young, the mountains [B] green, No stain yet on the moon was seen,
[C] No words were laid on stream or [Am] stone, When Durin woke and walked [E]
alone.
He named the nameless hills and [D] dells, He drank from yet [Bm] untasted wells,
[C] He stooped and looked in mirror [Am] mere, And saw a crown of stars appear,
As gems upon a silver thread, Above the shadow of his [E]
head.
The world was fair, the mountains tall, [Bm] In elder days before the fall [C] of mighty kings,
In Argothrond [A] and Gondolin, Who now beyond [C] the western seas have passed away,
[A] The world was fair in [E] Durin's day.
[E] A king he was on carbon throne, In many pillared halls of stone,
With golden [Am] roof and silver floor, [E] And runes of power upon the door,
The light of sun and star and [Em] moon, [Bm] In shining [D] lamps of crystal hewn,
[C] Undimmed by cloud or [Am] shade of night, [E] There shone forever [F#] fair and bright.
[C]
[E]
[E] [F#]
[E]
There hammer on the anvil smote, There chiseled clove and graver wrote,
[C] There forged was blade and bound was hilt, [A] The dell, the mine, the mason built,
[E] There beryl, pearl and opal pale, [D] And metal rods like fishes' mail,
[C]
Buckler and corslet, axe and sword, [F#] And shining spears were laid in hoard.
[E]
[Em]
Unwearied then were Durin's folk, [D]
Beneath the mountains music woke,
[C] The harp his heart, the minstrel sang, [A] And at the gates the trumpets [Em] rang.
[F#]
[E]
Spray the mountains o'er, [D] The forge is fire, is ash and coal,
[C] No harp is rung, no hammer falls, [E] The darkness dwells in Durin's halls,
The shadow lies upon his tomb, [E] In Moriah, in Cazadu,
But still the sunken stars appear, In dark and windless Miramere,
[C] Their lies his crown in water deep, [D] So Durin wakes [E] again from [Em] sleep.
[Em]
[D]
[C]
[Bm]
[D]
[B]
[F#]
[Em] [D]
[C]
[F#]
[Em]
[D]
[C]
[Am] [F#]
[E]
[Em]
[E]
Key:
E
C
D
F#
Em
E
C
D
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_ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ The world was young, the mountains [B] green, No stain yet on the moon was seen,
[C] No words were laid on stream or [Am] stone, When Durin woke and walked _ [E]
alone.
_ _ _ He named the nameless hills and [D] dells, He drank from yet [Bm] untasted wells,
[C] He stooped and looked in mirror [Am] mere, And saw a crown of stars appear,
As gems upon a silver thread, Above the shadow of his [E] _
head.
_ _ The world was fair, the mountains tall, [Bm] In elder days before the fall [C] of mighty kings,
In Argothrond [A] and Gondolin, Who now beyond [C] the western seas have passed away,
[A] The world was fair in [E] Durin's day.
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] A king he was on carbon throne, In many pillared halls of stone,
With golden [Am] roof and silver floor, [E] And runes of power upon the door,
The light of sun and star and [Em] moon, [Bm] In shining [D] lamps of crystal hewn,
[C] Undimmed by cloud or [Am] shade of night, [E] There shone forever [F#] fair and bright. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ [E]
There hammer on the anvil smote, There chiseled clove and graver wrote,
[C] There forged was blade and bound was hilt, [A] The dell, the mine, the mason built,
[E] There beryl, pearl and opal pale, [D] And metal rods like fishes' mail,
[C]
Buckler and corslet, axe and sword, [F#] And shining spears were laid in _ hoard.
[E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em]
Unwearied then were Durin's folk, [D]
Beneath the mountains music woke,
[C] The harp his heart, the minstrel sang, [A] And at the gates the trumpets [Em] rang. _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _
Spray the mountains o'er, [D] The forge is fire, is ash and coal,
[C] No harp is rung, no hammer falls, [E] The darkness dwells in Durin's halls,
The shadow lies upon his tomb, [E] In Moriah, in Cazadu,
But still the sunken stars appear, In dark and windless Miramere,
[C] Their lies his crown in water deep, [D] So Durin wakes [E] again from [Em] sleep.
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_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _
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_ _ _ [Am] _ _ [F#] _
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_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ The world was young, the mountains [B] green, No stain yet on the moon was seen,
[C] No words were laid on stream or [Am] stone, When Durin woke and walked _ [E]
alone.
_ _ _ He named the nameless hills and [D] dells, He drank from yet [Bm] untasted wells,
[C] He stooped and looked in mirror [Am] mere, And saw a crown of stars appear,
As gems upon a silver thread, Above the shadow of his [E] _
head.
_ _ The world was fair, the mountains tall, [Bm] In elder days before the fall [C] of mighty kings,
In Argothrond [A] and Gondolin, Who now beyond [C] the western seas have passed away,
[A] The world was fair in [E] Durin's day.
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] A king he was on carbon throne, In many pillared halls of stone,
With golden [Am] roof and silver floor, [E] And runes of power upon the door,
The light of sun and star and [Em] moon, [Bm] In shining [D] lamps of crystal hewn,
[C] Undimmed by cloud or [Am] shade of night, [E] There shone forever [F#] fair and bright. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ [E]
There hammer on the anvil smote, There chiseled clove and graver wrote,
[C] There forged was blade and bound was hilt, [A] The dell, the mine, the mason built,
[E] There beryl, pearl and opal pale, [D] And metal rods like fishes' mail,
[C]
Buckler and corslet, axe and sword, [F#] And shining spears were laid in _ hoard.
[E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em]
Unwearied then were Durin's folk, [D]
Beneath the mountains music woke,
[C] The harp his heart, the minstrel sang, [A] And at the gates the trumpets [Em] rang. _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _
Spray the mountains o'er, [D] The forge is fire, is ash and coal,
[C] No harp is rung, no hammer falls, [E] The darkness dwells in Durin's halls,
The shadow lies upon his tomb, [E] In Moriah, in Cazadu,
But still the sunken stars appear, In dark and windless Miramere,
[C] Their lies his crown in water deep, [D] So Durin wakes [E] again from [Em] sleep.
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_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
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[B] _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
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