Chords for The Hills They Are Hollow
Tempo:
60.075 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
C
Am
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
[Dm] [G] [D]
[Am] [G] [D]
As I walk upon this green land, this land that I love, I see
[C] figures of chore, [G] carved into [D] the hillsides above.
Stern above, sir, man so proud, and the long man opens wide [C] the gates of his world,
[G] and invites you [D] to step inside.
[G] And the hills, they are hollow, [C] and home to [G] the fave,
[D] and some mix on a tea, [G] some people don't understand when I say,
[D] these are the things I believe, these are the things I believe.
There is an old circle of stones, that stands on the moor,
every [C] lost covered face tells [G] the secrets [D] of ancient lore.
The tall stand as guardian, witnesses to the rites, [C] to nature's gods,
[G] of darkness and [D] of light.
[G] And the hills, they are hollow, [C] and home to [G] the fave,
[D] and some mix on a tea, [G] some people don't understand when I say,
[D] these are the things I believe, these are the things I believe.
[G] [D]
[G] [D]
Let's sing of the mysteries of sacred land,
see [C] the shapes in the [G] corn made by [D] invisible hands.
Secrets of the pagan ways lie all around,
return [C] upon the earth [G] in rock and [D] sacred mound.
[G] And the hills, they are hollow, [C] and home [G] to the [D] fave,
and some mix on a tea, [G] some people don't understand when I say,
[D] these are the things I believe, these are the things I believe.
[Am] [D] [G]
[D]
[G]
[D] [G] And the hills, they are [C] hollow, and home [G] to the [D] fave,
and some mix on a tea, [G] some people don't understand when I [D] say,
these are the things I believe, these are the things I believe. Thank
[Dm] [G] [D]
[Am] [G] [D]
As I walk upon this green land, this land that I love, I see
[C] figures of chore, [G] carved into [D] the hillsides above.
Stern above, sir, man so proud, and the long man opens wide [C] the gates of his world,
[G] and invites you [D] to step inside.
[G] And the hills, they are hollow, [C] and home to [G] the fave,
[D] and some mix on a tea, [G] some people don't understand when I say,
[D] these are the things I believe, these are the things I believe.
There is an old circle of stones, that stands on the moor,
every [C] lost covered face tells [G] the secrets [D] of ancient lore.
The tall stand as guardian, witnesses to the rites, [C] to nature's gods,
[G] of darkness and [D] of light.
[G] And the hills, they are hollow, [C] and home to [G] the fave,
[D] and some mix on a tea, [G] some people don't understand when I say,
[D] these are the things I believe, these are the things I believe.
[G] [D]
[G] [D]
Let's sing of the mysteries of sacred land,
see [C] the shapes in the [G] corn made by [D] invisible hands.
Secrets of the pagan ways lie all around,
return [C] upon the earth [G] in rock and [D] sacred mound.
[G] And the hills, they are hollow, [C] and home [G] to the [D] fave,
and some mix on a tea, [G] some people don't understand when I say,
[D] these are the things I believe, these are the things I believe.
[Am] [D] [G]
[D]
[G]
[D] [G] And the hills, they are [C] hollow, and home [G] to the [D] fave,
and some mix on a tea, [G] some people don't understand when I [D] say,
these are the things I believe, these are the things I believe. Thank
Key:
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[Am] _ _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
As I walk upon this green land, this land that I love, I see
[C] figures of chore, [G] carved into [D] the hillsides above. _ _
Stern above, sir, man so proud, and the long man opens wide [C] the gates of his world,
[G] and invites you [D] to step inside. _
[G] And the hills, they are hollow, [C] and home to [G] the fave,
[D] and some mix on a tea, [G] some people don't understand when I say,
[D] these are the things I believe, these are the things I believe.
_ There is an old circle of stones, that stands on the moor,
every [C] lost covered face tells [G] the secrets [D] of ancient lore.
_ _ The tall stand as guardian, witnesses to the rites, [C] to nature's gods,
[G] of darkness and [D] of light.
_ [G] And the hills, they are hollow, [C] and home to [G] the fave,
[D] and some mix on a tea, [G] some people don't understand when I say,
[D] these are the things I believe, these are the things I believe.
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Let's sing of the mysteries of sacred land,
see [C] the shapes in the [G] corn made by [D] invisible hands. _ _
Secrets of the pagan ways lie all around,
return [C] upon the earth [G] in rock and [D] sacred mound. _
[G] And the hills, they are hollow, [C] and home [G] to the [D] fave,
and some mix on a tea, [G] some people don't understand when I say,
[D] these are the things I believe, these are the things I believe. _ _ _ _ _
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[D] _ _ _ [G] And the hills, they are [C] hollow, and home [G] to the [D] fave,
and some mix on a tea, [G] some people don't understand when I [D] say,
these are the things I believe, these are the things I believe. Thank
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[Dm] _ _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
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[Am] _ _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
As I walk upon this green land, this land that I love, I see
[C] figures of chore, [G] carved into [D] the hillsides above. _ _
Stern above, sir, man so proud, and the long man opens wide [C] the gates of his world,
[G] and invites you [D] to step inside. _
[G] And the hills, they are hollow, [C] and home to [G] the fave,
[D] and some mix on a tea, [G] some people don't understand when I say,
[D] these are the things I believe, these are the things I believe.
_ There is an old circle of stones, that stands on the moor,
every [C] lost covered face tells [G] the secrets [D] of ancient lore.
_ _ The tall stand as guardian, witnesses to the rites, [C] to nature's gods,
[G] of darkness and [D] of light.
_ [G] And the hills, they are hollow, [C] and home to [G] the fave,
[D] and some mix on a tea, [G] some people don't understand when I say,
[D] these are the things I believe, these are the things I believe.
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_ _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
Let's sing of the mysteries of sacred land,
see [C] the shapes in the [G] corn made by [D] invisible hands. _ _
Secrets of the pagan ways lie all around,
return [C] upon the earth [G] in rock and [D] sacred mound. _
[G] And the hills, they are hollow, [C] and home [G] to the [D] fave,
and some mix on a tea, [G] some people don't understand when I say,
[D] these are the things I believe, these are the things I believe. _ _ _ _ _
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[D] _ _ _ [G] And the hills, they are [C] hollow, and home [G] to the [D] fave,
and some mix on a tea, [G] some people don't understand when I [D] say,
these are the things I believe, these are the things I believe. Thank