Chords for Ween - Cold Blows The Wind
Tempo:
122.2 bpm
Chords used:
Em
B
E
G
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Em]
Cold blows the wind over my true love, Cold [B] blows the drops [Em] of rain.
I never had but one true love, And in Canville [B] he [Em] was slain.
[G] I'll do [D] as much for [Am] my [Em] true love, [G]
As any [C] young [D] girl may.
[Em] I'll sit and weep down by his grave, For twelve [B] months and [Em] one day.
But when twelve months were come and gone, This young [B] man he [Em]
arose.
What makes you weep down by my grave?
I [B] can't take my [Em]
repose.
[G] One kiss, [D] one kiss [Gm] of [Am] your lily [Em]-white lips, [G] One kiss [C] is [G] all [D] I crave.
[Em] One kiss, one kiss of your lily-white lips, And [B] return back to [Em] your grave.
My lips, they [B] are [E] as cold as my [Em] clay, My breath [B] is heavy and [Em]
strong.
[G] [E] If thou was to kiss my lily-white [B] lips, [Em] Thy days [B] would not be [E]
long.
[Em] Oh, [G]
don't you [D] remember the [A]
garden [E] grove, [G] Where we [C] used to [D]
walk?
[Eb] [E]
Look, the [Em] finest flower of them all, Filled with a [B] true [E] love's scar.
[G] [E]
[Em] Go
[E]
[B] [E]
[Em]
fetch me another from a dungeon deep, And water [B] from [Em] a stone,
And white milk from a maiden's breast, That babe [B] there never [E]
known.
Go [Bm] [G]
dig me [D] a grave, [A] both long and [E] deep, [G] As quickly [C] as [D] you may.
[Em] I'll lie down here and take one sleep, For twelve [B] months and [Em] one [E] day.
[Em]
Cold blows the wind over my true love, Cold blows [B] the droughts [Em] of rain.
I had but one true love, [Bm] And [Em] in Canville [B] he [Em] was slain.
I'll [Bm] [G]
do [D] as much [Am] for my [E] true love, [G]
As many [C] [D] as may.
[Gm] [E] I'll sit and [Em] weep down by his grave, For twelve [B] months and [Em] one day.
[E]
[Em]
Yeah!
[F] [N]
Cold blows the wind over my true love, Cold [B] blows the drops [Em] of rain.
I never had but one true love, And in Canville [B] he [Em] was slain.
[G] I'll do [D] as much for [Am] my [Em] true love, [G]
As any [C] young [D] girl may.
[Em] I'll sit and weep down by his grave, For twelve [B] months and [Em] one day.
But when twelve months were come and gone, This young [B] man he [Em]
arose.
What makes you weep down by my grave?
I [B] can't take my [Em]
repose.
[G] One kiss, [D] one kiss [Gm] of [Am] your lily [Em]-white lips, [G] One kiss [C] is [G] all [D] I crave.
[Em] One kiss, one kiss of your lily-white lips, And [B] return back to [Em] your grave.
My lips, they [B] are [E] as cold as my [Em] clay, My breath [B] is heavy and [Em]
strong.
[G] [E] If thou was to kiss my lily-white [B] lips, [Em] Thy days [B] would not be [E]
long.
[Em] Oh, [G]
don't you [D] remember the [A]
garden [E] grove, [G] Where we [C] used to [D]
walk?
[Eb] [E]
Look, the [Em] finest flower of them all, Filled with a [B] true [E] love's scar.
[G] [E]
[Em] Go
[E]
[B] [E]
[Em]
fetch me another from a dungeon deep, And water [B] from [Em] a stone,
And white milk from a maiden's breast, That babe [B] there never [E]
known.
Go [Bm] [G]
dig me [D] a grave, [A] both long and [E] deep, [G] As quickly [C] as [D] you may.
[Em] I'll lie down here and take one sleep, For twelve [B] months and [Em] one [E] day.
[Em]
Cold blows the wind over my true love, Cold blows [B] the droughts [Em] of rain.
I had but one true love, [Bm] And [Em] in Canville [B] he [Em] was slain.
I'll [Bm] [G]
do [D] as much [Am] for my [E] true love, [G]
As many [C] [D] as may.
[Gm] [E] I'll sit and [Em] weep down by his grave, For twelve [B] months and [Em] one day.
[E]
[Em]
Yeah!
[F] [N]
Key:
Em
B
E
G
D
Em
B
E
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
Cold blows the wind over my true love, Cold [B] blows the drops [Em] of rain. _ _ _
I never _ had but one true love, And in Canville [B] he [Em] was slain. _ _
[G] I'll do [D] as much for [Am] my [Em] true love, [G]
As any [C] young [D] girl may. _ _ _
[Em] I'll sit and weep down by his grave, For twelve [B] months and [Em] one day.
_ But _ when twelve months were _ come and gone, This young [B] man he [Em] _
arose.
_ _ What makes you weep down by my grave?
I _ [B] can't take my [Em] _
repose.
_ _ [G] One kiss, [D] one kiss [Gm] of [Am] your lily [Em]-white lips, [G] One kiss [C] is [G] all [D] I crave.
_ _ _ [Em] One kiss, one kiss of your lily-white lips, And [B] return back to [Em] your grave.
_ _ _ My lips, they [B] are _ [E] as cold as my [Em] clay, My breath [B] is heavy and [Em]
strong.
_ _ _ [G] [E] If thou was to kiss my lily-white [B] lips, [Em] Thy days _ [B] would not be [E]
long.
_ _ [Em] Oh, [G]
don't you [D] remember the [A] _
garden [E] grove, [G] Where we [C] _ used to [D] _
walk?
_ _ [Eb] _ [E]
Look, the _ [Em] finest flower of them all, Filled with a [B] true [E] love's scar.
_ _ _ [G] _ [E] _
_ _ [Em] Go _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _
fetch me another from a dungeon deep, And water _ [B] from [Em] a stone,
_ _ _ And white milk _ from a _ maiden's breast, That babe [B] there never [E]
known.
_ Go [Bm] _ [G]
dig me [D] a grave, [A] both long and [E] deep, _ [G] As quickly _ [C] _ as [D] you may.
_ _ [Em] I'll lie down here and take one sleep, For twelve [B] months and [Em] one [E] day.
_ _ [Em] _ _
Cold blows the wind over my true love, Cold blows [B] the droughts [Em] of rain. _ _ _ _ _
_ I had but one true love, [Bm] And [Em] in Canville [B] _ he [Em] was slain.
I'll [Bm] _ [G]
do [D] as much [Am] for my [E] true love, [G]
As many [C] _ _ [D] as may.
_ [Gm] _ [E] I'll sit _ and [Em] weep down by his grave, For twelve [B] months and [Em] one day.
_ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _
Yeah!
[F] _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
Cold blows the wind over my true love, Cold [B] blows the drops [Em] of rain. _ _ _
I never _ had but one true love, And in Canville [B] he [Em] was slain. _ _
[G] I'll do [D] as much for [Am] my [Em] true love, [G]
As any [C] young [D] girl may. _ _ _
[Em] I'll sit and weep down by his grave, For twelve [B] months and [Em] one day.
_ But _ when twelve months were _ come and gone, This young [B] man he [Em] _
arose.
_ _ What makes you weep down by my grave?
I _ [B] can't take my [Em] _
repose.
_ _ [G] One kiss, [D] one kiss [Gm] of [Am] your lily [Em]-white lips, [G] One kiss [C] is [G] all [D] I crave.
_ _ _ [Em] One kiss, one kiss of your lily-white lips, And [B] return back to [Em] your grave.
_ _ _ My lips, they [B] are _ [E] as cold as my [Em] clay, My breath [B] is heavy and [Em]
strong.
_ _ _ [G] [E] If thou was to kiss my lily-white [B] lips, [Em] Thy days _ [B] would not be [E]
long.
_ _ [Em] Oh, [G]
don't you [D] remember the [A] _
garden [E] grove, [G] Where we [C] _ used to [D] _
walk?
_ _ [Eb] _ [E]
Look, the _ [Em] finest flower of them all, Filled with a [B] true [E] love's scar.
_ _ _ [G] _ [E] _
_ _ [Em] Go _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _
fetch me another from a dungeon deep, And water _ [B] from [Em] a stone,
_ _ _ And white milk _ from a _ maiden's breast, That babe [B] there never [E]
known.
_ Go [Bm] _ [G]
dig me [D] a grave, [A] both long and [E] deep, _ [G] As quickly _ [C] _ as [D] you may.
_ _ [Em] I'll lie down here and take one sleep, For twelve [B] months and [Em] one [E] day.
_ _ [Em] _ _
Cold blows the wind over my true love, Cold blows [B] the droughts [Em] of rain. _ _ _ _ _
_ I had but one true love, [Bm] And [Em] in Canville [B] _ he [Em] was slain.
I'll [Bm] _ [G]
do [D] as much [Am] for my [E] true love, [G]
As many [C] _ _ [D] as may.
_ [Gm] _ [E] I'll sit _ and [Em] weep down by his grave, For twelve [B] months and [Em] one day.
_ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _
Yeah!
[F] _ _ _ [N] _ _