Chords for "The Old Church Yard" Jefferson Hamer, Rushad Eggleston and Lauren Rioux
Tempo:
96.8 bpm
Chords used:
A
F#m
D
E
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Jam Along & Learn...
[F#m]
[F#] [A]
[D] [F#m]
[A] [D]
Come, come [A] with me to [F#m] the old [E] churchyard, I [A] saw a well-known footpath beneath [D] the soft green swathe.
[F#m] once did reguide, [A] We will trace out their names [D] in the old churchyard.
than four they tried, and why, [D] for those [A] who will weep no [E] more.
sea, though [F#m] cold and hard, Their pillows lay [D] deep in the old churchyard.
[F#] [A]
[D] [F#m]
[A] [D]
Come, come [A] with me to [F#m] the old [E] churchyard, I [A] saw a well-known footpath beneath [D] the soft green swathe.
[F#m] once did reguide, [A] We will trace out their names [D] in the old churchyard.
than four they tried, and why, [D] for those [A] who will weep no [E] more.
sea, though [F#m] cold and hard, Their pillows lay [D] deep in the old churchyard.
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F#m
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[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
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_ _ _ _ Come, come [A] with me to [F#m] the old [E] churchyard, I [A] saw a well-known footpath beneath [D] the soft green swathe.
_ Friends [A] in there that we [F#m] once did reguide, [A] We will trace out their names [D] in the old churchyard.
_ _ [A] More than four they tried, and why, [D] for those [A] who will weep no [E] more.
The sweet is the sea, though [F#m] cold and hard, Their pillows lay [D] deep in the old churchyard.
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[F#m] _ _ [F#] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[F#m] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ I know [A] that it's fate when our [F#m] friends depart, [A] That they read kind words [D] to a broken heart.
And I know [A] that the joy [F#m] of life did not, [A] When we followed those paths [D] to the old _ churchyard.
[A] But where I asked beneath the yonder [F#m] tree, Why would you weep, [A] my friends told [E] me,
So weary and warm, [F#m] why would you [E] regard [A] The peace that I seek in [D] the old churchyard?
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[F#m] _ _ [F#] _ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _
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_ _ _ _ [G#m] _ [F#m] _ _ _
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[F#m] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ Why wait [A] for me, [F#m] cause I'm ready [E] to go, To that haven of [D] rest where no tears ever flow.
And I fear [A] not to enter [F#m]
that dark, weary tomb, [A] Where our Savior has laid [D] and conquered the cold.
I _ _ [A] rest in the hope that one bright [F#m] day, Sunshine _ [A] burns through this prison of [E] clay,
And Gabriel's trumpet and the voice [E] of the Lord, They [A] will wake up the [D] dead in the old churchyard.
[A] I rest in the hope that one bright [E] day, [F#m] Sunshine [D]
burns through [A] this prison [E] of clay,
[D] And [A] Gabriel's trumpet and the voice [E] of the Lord, They [A] will wake up the dead in [D] the old _ churchyard.
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_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ Come, come [A] with me to [F#m] the old [E] churchyard, I [A] saw a well-known footpath beneath [D] the soft green swathe.
_ Friends [A] in there that we [F#m] once did reguide, [A] We will trace out their names [D] in the old churchyard.
_ _ [A] More than four they tried, and why, [D] for those [A] who will weep no [E] more.
The sweet is the sea, though [F#m] cold and hard, Their pillows lay [D] deep in the old churchyard.
_ [A] _ _
[F#m] _ _ [F#] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[F#m] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ I know [A] that it's fate when our [F#m] friends depart, [A] That they read kind words [D] to a broken heart.
And I know [A] that the joy [F#m] of life did not, [A] When we followed those paths [D] to the old _ churchyard.
[A] But where I asked beneath the yonder [F#m] tree, Why would you weep, [A] my friends told [E] me,
So weary and warm, [F#m] why would you [E] regard [A] The peace that I seek in [D] the old churchyard?
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[F#m] _ _ [F#] _ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _
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_ _ _ _ [G#m] _ [F#m] _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ Why wait [A] for me, [F#m] cause I'm ready [E] to go, To that haven of [D] rest where no tears ever flow.
And I fear [A] not to enter [F#m]
that dark, weary tomb, [A] Where our Savior has laid [D] and conquered the cold.
I _ _ [A] rest in the hope that one bright [F#m] day, Sunshine _ [A] burns through this prison of [E] clay,
And Gabriel's trumpet and the voice [E] of the Lord, They [A] will wake up the [D] dead in the old churchyard.
[A] I rest in the hope that one bright [E] day, [F#m] Sunshine [D]
burns through [A] this prison [E] of clay,
[D] And [A] Gabriel's trumpet and the voice [E] of the Lord, They [A] will wake up the dead in [D] the old _ churchyard.
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
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