Chords for The Levon Helm Band - Anna Lee - 8/3/2008 - Newport Folk Festival (Official)
Tempo:
159.15 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
Bm
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
[A] [D]
[E] [Bm]
[G]
[A] [G]
[D] [Bm] [A]
[D] [G]
[D]
Listen now children, a [E] story I'll tell [Bm] of a woman [G] they call [D] Annalee.
[G] She had a fine son and she raised him up well and [Bm] a daughter [G] as [D] lovely as she.
I'll [A] return to you dear [D] in the dimming of day [G] as a sparrow [E] returns to [D] her nest.
I'll return to you dreaming with [Gb]
each [D] lullaby,
hold [G] your sweet weary head to [D] my breast.
She'd sing to her darlings [A] a sweet [D] lullaby as [Bm] the evening [D] shadows grow long.
Angels and nightingales [E] gathering night [Bm] to hear mother [D]
Annalee's song.
[A] I'll return to you dear [D] in the dimming of [G] day as a sparrow [D] returns to her nest.
I'll return to you dreaming with each lullaby,
hold [G] your sweet weary head to [E]
my breast.
[A]
[Bm] [E]
[Bm]
[G] [A]
[Bm] [A]
[D]
[G] [A]
Early one morning she rode [Am] into town [G] to tend to her dear [A] sister there.
She kissed her two babies on cheek [Am] and on brow [Bm] and left them [G] with an [D] airy care.
The wind it did rise and [A] the rain it did fall, the [G]
river a watery [D]
way.
Annalee never [A] heard danger's [D] dark call [G] and was swept to her watery [Bm] grave.
[A] I'll return to you dear in the [D] dimming of day [Bm] as a sparrow [D] returns [G]
to [D] her nest.
I'll return [Bm] to you dreaming with each lullaby,
hold [G] your sweet weary head to my [D]
breast.
[Ab]
[N]
Thank you.
[E] [A]
[B]
[E]
[Ab]
[D]
We got this great horn section [E] up here and I think [D] we need to feature them a little bit.
Clark Gaten on trombone, Stevie Bernstein on trumpet, Eric Lawrence on saxophone.
And of course the man who's probably played on this site more than anybody else alive,
Howard Johnson on tuba and saxophone.
Yeah, with every possible configuration in the form of music.
And of course
[A] [D]
[E] [Bm]
[G]
[A] [G]
[D] [Bm] [A]
[D] [G]
[D]
Listen now children, a [E] story I'll tell [Bm] of a woman [G] they call [D] Annalee.
[G] She had a fine son and she raised him up well and [Bm] a daughter [G] as [D] lovely as she.
I'll [A] return to you dear [D] in the dimming of day [G] as a sparrow [E] returns to [D] her nest.
I'll return to you dreaming with [Gb]
each [D] lullaby,
hold [G] your sweet weary head to [D] my breast.
She'd sing to her darlings [A] a sweet [D] lullaby as [Bm] the evening [D] shadows grow long.
Angels and nightingales [E] gathering night [Bm] to hear mother [D]
Annalee's song.
[A] I'll return to you dear [D] in the dimming of [G] day as a sparrow [D] returns to her nest.
I'll return to you dreaming with each lullaby,
hold [G] your sweet weary head to [E]
my breast.
[A]
[Bm] [E]
[Bm]
[G] [A]
[Bm] [A]
[D]
[G] [A]
Early one morning she rode [Am] into town [G] to tend to her dear [A] sister there.
She kissed her two babies on cheek [Am] and on brow [Bm] and left them [G] with an [D] airy care.
The wind it did rise and [A] the rain it did fall, the [G]
river a watery [D]
way.
Annalee never [A] heard danger's [D] dark call [G] and was swept to her watery [Bm] grave.
[A] I'll return to you dear in the [D] dimming of day [Bm] as a sparrow [D] returns [G]
to [D] her nest.
I'll return [Bm] to you dreaming with each lullaby,
hold [G] your sweet weary head to my [D]
breast.
[Ab]
[N]
Thank you.
[E] [A]
[B]
[E]
[Ab]
[D]
We got this great horn section [E] up here and I think [D] we need to feature them a little bit.
Clark Gaten on trombone, Stevie Bernstein on trumpet, Eric Lawrence on saxophone.
And of course the man who's probably played on this site more than anybody else alive,
Howard Johnson on tuba and saxophone.
Yeah, with every possible configuration in the form of music.
And of course
Key:
D
G
A
Bm
E
D
G
A
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Listen _ now children, a [E] story _ I'll tell [Bm] of a woman [G] they call _ [D] Annalee.
_ [G] _ _ _ _ She had a fine son and she raised him up well and [Bm] a daughter _ [G] as [D] lovely _ as she.
_ _ _ _ _ I'll [A] return to you dear [D] in the _ dimming of day _ [G] as a sparrow _ [E] returns to [D] her _ _ nest.
_ _ I'll return to you dreaming with [Gb]
each _ _ [D] lullaby,
hold [G] your sweet weary head to [D] my _ _ breast.
_ _ She'd sing to her darlings [A] a sweet _ _ [D] lullaby as [Bm] the _ evening _ [D] shadows grow _ _ long. _ _ _ _
Angels and _ _ nightingales [E] _ gathering _ night [Bm] to hear mother [D] _ _ _
Annalee's song.
_ _ _ [A] I'll return to you dear [D] in the _ dimming of [G] day as a sparrow _ [D] returns to her _ _ _ nest.
_ I'll return to you dreaming with each _ _ lullaby,
hold [G] your sweet weary head to [E]
my breast.
_ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Early _ one morning she rode [Am] into _ _ town [G] to tend to her dear [A] sister _ _ there.
_ _ _ She kissed her two babies on cheek [Am] and on brow _ [Bm] and left them [G] with an [D] airy _ care.
_ _ _ _ The wind it did rise and [A] the rain it did _ fall, the [G]
river a _ _ watery [D] _
_ way. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Annalee never _ [A] heard _ danger's [D] dark call [G] and was swept to her _ _ watery _ [Bm] grave. _ _ _ _
[A] I'll return to you dear in the _ [D] dimming of day [Bm] as a sparrow _ [D] _ returns [G]
to [D] her _ _ _ nest. _
I'll return [Bm] to you dreaming with each _ _ lullaby,
hold [G] your sweet _ weary head to my _ [D] _ _ _
_ breast.
_ [Ab] _ _ _ _
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Thank you. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ We got this great horn section [E] up here and I think [D] we need to feature them a little bit.
_ _ Clark Gaten on trombone, Stevie Bernstein on trumpet, Eric Lawrence on saxophone.
_ And of course the man who's probably played on this site more than anybody else alive,
Howard Johnson on tuba and saxophone.
_ _ Yeah, with every possible _ configuration in the form of music. _ _
_ _ _ _ And of course
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Listen _ now children, a [E] story _ I'll tell [Bm] of a woman [G] they call _ [D] Annalee.
_ [G] _ _ _ _ She had a fine son and she raised him up well and [Bm] a daughter _ [G] as [D] lovely _ as she.
_ _ _ _ _ I'll [A] return to you dear [D] in the _ dimming of day _ [G] as a sparrow _ [E] returns to [D] her _ _ nest.
_ _ I'll return to you dreaming with [Gb]
each _ _ [D] lullaby,
hold [G] your sweet weary head to [D] my _ _ breast.
_ _ She'd sing to her darlings [A] a sweet _ _ [D] lullaby as [Bm] the _ evening _ [D] shadows grow _ _ long. _ _ _ _
Angels and _ _ nightingales [E] _ gathering _ night [Bm] to hear mother [D] _ _ _
Annalee's song.
_ _ _ [A] I'll return to you dear [D] in the _ dimming of [G] day as a sparrow _ [D] returns to her _ _ _ nest.
_ I'll return to you dreaming with each _ _ lullaby,
hold [G] your sweet weary head to [E]
my breast.
_ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Early _ one morning she rode [Am] into _ _ town [G] to tend to her dear [A] sister _ _ there.
_ _ _ She kissed her two babies on cheek [Am] and on brow _ [Bm] and left them [G] with an [D] airy _ care.
_ _ _ _ The wind it did rise and [A] the rain it did _ fall, the [G]
river a _ _ watery [D] _
_ way. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Annalee never _ [A] heard _ danger's [D] dark call [G] and was swept to her _ _ watery _ [Bm] grave. _ _ _ _
[A] I'll return to you dear in the _ [D] dimming of day [Bm] as a sparrow _ [D] _ returns [G]
to [D] her _ _ _ nest. _
I'll return [Bm] to you dreaming with each _ _ lullaby,
hold [G] your sweet _ weary head to my _ [D] _ _ _
_ breast.
_ [Ab] _ _ _ _
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Thank you. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ We got this great horn section [E] up here and I think [D] we need to feature them a little bit.
_ _ Clark Gaten on trombone, Stevie Bernstein on trumpet, Eric Lawrence on saxophone.
_ And of course the man who's probably played on this site more than anybody else alive,
Howard Johnson on tuba and saxophone.
_ _ Yeah, with every possible _ configuration in the form of music. _ _
_ _ _ _ And of course