Chords for 6 - Falcon in the Dive - Scarlet Pimpernel: Encore
Tempo:
94.45 bpm
Chords used:
F#m
C#m
G#
D#
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#m]
Hunt for the man, comb the [G#] city, every street, every grate, set a guard at every gate, drag
him out, shout the moment that [C#m] you find [F#m] him, [D] [E]
[F#m] knock in the doors, lock up the [G#] city, track
him down, search the town, and be quick about it now.
How the [F#m] devil do I ever prevail when
I'm only [D#] a man, but I'll never be duped by this [G#] scurrilous [C#] phantom again.
[D]
[G#] [C#m] I wasn't born
to walk on [A] water, I wasn't born to sack and [F#m] slaughter, but on my soul I wasn't [D#] born to
stoop to scorn and [G#] knuckle [C#] under.
A man can learn to steal some thunder, [A] a man can learn
to work some wonder, [F#m] but when the gauntlet's down it's time [D#m] to rise and [G#] climb the sky,
and [C#m] soon the moon will smolder, [F#m] and the winds will drive.
[C#m] Yes, a man grows older, [F#m] but his
soul remains [G#] alive, while the [C#m] streamless stars still glitter, [F#m] and I will survive, [C#m] let
my heart grow colder, [F#m] and as bitter [D#] as [C#m] a falcon in the [D]
dive.
[G#] [C#m] There was a dream, a dying ember, there [A] was a dream I don't remember, [F#m] but I will resurrect
[D#] that dream, the river stream and hills [G#] grow [C#m] steeper, oh here in hell where life gets cheaper,
[A] oh here in hell the blood runs deeper, [F#m] and when the final duel is near, [D#] I'll lift my
spear [G#] and fly, piercing [C#m] into the sky and higher, [F#m] and the strong will thrive, [C#m] yes the weak will
cower, [F#m] while the fittest will [G#] survive, if we [C#m] wait for the darkest hour, [F#m]
till we spring
alive, [C#m] then with claws of fire [F#m] we devour, [D#] like [G#] a [C#m] falcon in the dive.
[A]
[Em] [C]
[D] [B] [Em] These are the days, yes, days of [F#] glory, days of rage, and the dream, and the dream of Paris
frays on my bones, knowing [Em] that a day, calling to my brain and no never bend, never [F#] kneel
in tempest, fight for the beauty of the fight, I am [Em] not a man to hunger for blood, but the
spirit can cry, [C#m] to be younger and [F#] fiercer and fly, piercing into [C] the sky and higher,
[F] and the strong will thrive, [Cm] yes the weak will cower, while [G] the [Fm] fittest [Dm] will [G] survive, if
we [C] wait for the darkest hour, [F] till we spring alive, then [Cm] with claws of fire [Fm] we devour,
[G] like a falcon in the [C] dive.
[Cm] [G#] [G] [Cm]
Hunt for the man, comb the [G#] city, every street, every grate, set a guard at every gate, drag
him out, shout the moment that [C#m] you find [F#m] him, [D] [E]
[F#m] knock in the doors, lock up the [G#] city, track
him down, search the town, and be quick about it now.
How the [F#m] devil do I ever prevail when
I'm only [D#] a man, but I'll never be duped by this [G#] scurrilous [C#] phantom again.
[D]
[G#] [C#m] I wasn't born
to walk on [A] water, I wasn't born to sack and [F#m] slaughter, but on my soul I wasn't [D#] born to
stoop to scorn and [G#] knuckle [C#] under.
A man can learn to steal some thunder, [A] a man can learn
to work some wonder, [F#m] but when the gauntlet's down it's time [D#m] to rise and [G#] climb the sky,
and [C#m] soon the moon will smolder, [F#m] and the winds will drive.
[C#m] Yes, a man grows older, [F#m] but his
soul remains [G#] alive, while the [C#m] streamless stars still glitter, [F#m] and I will survive, [C#m] let
my heart grow colder, [F#m] and as bitter [D#] as [C#m] a falcon in the [D]
dive.
[G#] [C#m] There was a dream, a dying ember, there [A] was a dream I don't remember, [F#m] but I will resurrect
[D#] that dream, the river stream and hills [G#] grow [C#m] steeper, oh here in hell where life gets cheaper,
[A] oh here in hell the blood runs deeper, [F#m] and when the final duel is near, [D#] I'll lift my
spear [G#] and fly, piercing [C#m] into the sky and higher, [F#m] and the strong will thrive, [C#m] yes the weak will
cower, [F#m] while the fittest will [G#] survive, if we [C#m] wait for the darkest hour, [F#m]
till we spring
alive, [C#m] then with claws of fire [F#m] we devour, [D#] like [G#] a [C#m] falcon in the dive.
[A]
[Em] [C]
[D] [B] [Em] These are the days, yes, days of [F#] glory, days of rage, and the dream, and the dream of Paris
frays on my bones, knowing [Em] that a day, calling to my brain and no never bend, never [F#] kneel
in tempest, fight for the beauty of the fight, I am [Em] not a man to hunger for blood, but the
spirit can cry, [C#m] to be younger and [F#] fiercer and fly, piercing into [C] the sky and higher,
[F] and the strong will thrive, [Cm] yes the weak will cower, while [G] the [Fm] fittest [Dm] will [G] survive, if
we [C] wait for the darkest hour, [F] till we spring alive, then [Cm] with claws of fire [Fm] we devour,
[G] like a falcon in the [C] dive.
[Cm] [G#] [G] [Cm]
Key:
F#m
C#m
G#
D#
A
F#m
C#m
G#
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Hunt for the man, comb the [G#] city, every street, every grate, set a guard at every gate, drag
him out, shout the moment that [C#m] you find [F#m] him, [D] _ [E]
[F#m] knock in the doors, lock up the [G#] city, track
him down, search the town, and be quick about it now.
How the [F#m] devil do I ever prevail when
I'm only [D#] a man, but I'll never be duped by this [G#] scurrilous [C#] phantom again.
[D] _
_ [G#] _ _ [C#m] I wasn't born
to walk on [A] water, I wasn't born to sack and [F#m] slaughter, but on my soul I wasn't [D#] born to
stoop to scorn and [G#] knuckle [C#] under.
A man can learn to steal some thunder, [A] a man can learn
to work some wonder, [F#m] but when the gauntlet's down it's time [D#m] to rise and [G#] climb the sky,
and [C#m] soon the moon will smolder, [F#m] and the winds will drive.
[C#m] Yes, a man grows older, [F#m] but his
soul remains [G#] alive, while the [C#m] streamless stars still glitter, [F#m] and I will survive, [C#m] let
my heart grow colder, [F#m] and as bitter [D#] as [C#m] a falcon in the _ _ [D]
dive.
[G#] _ [C#m] There was a dream, a dying ember, there [A] was a dream I don't remember, [F#m] but I will resurrect
[D#] that dream, the river stream and hills [G#] grow [C#m] steeper, oh here in hell where life gets cheaper,
[A] oh here in hell the blood runs deeper, [F#m] and when the final duel is near, [D#] I'll lift my
spear [G#] and fly, piercing [C#m] into the sky and higher, [F#m] and the strong will thrive, [C#m] yes the weak will
cower, [F#m] while the fittest will [G#] survive, if we [C#m] wait for the darkest hour, [F#m]
till we spring
alive, [C#m] then with claws of fire [F#m] we devour, [D#] like [G#] a [C#m] falcon in the dive.
_ [A] _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[D] _ [B] _ [Em] These are the days, yes, days of [F#] glory, days of rage, and the dream, and the dream of Paris
frays on my bones, knowing [Em] that a day, calling to my brain and no never bend, never [F#] kneel
in tempest, fight for the beauty of the fight, I am [Em] not a man to hunger for blood, but the
spirit can cry, [C#m] to be younger and [F#] fiercer and fly, piercing into [C] the sky and higher,
[F] and the strong will thrive, [Cm] yes the weak will cower, while [G] the [Fm] fittest [Dm] will [G] survive, if
we [C] wait for the darkest hour, [F] till we spring alive, then [Cm] with claws of fire [Fm] we devour,
[G] like a falcon _ in _ the [C] dive.
[Cm] _ _ [G#] _ _ [G] _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Hunt for the man, comb the [G#] city, every street, every grate, set a guard at every gate, drag
him out, shout the moment that [C#m] you find [F#m] him, [D] _ [E]
[F#m] knock in the doors, lock up the [G#] city, track
him down, search the town, and be quick about it now.
How the [F#m] devil do I ever prevail when
I'm only [D#] a man, but I'll never be duped by this [G#] scurrilous [C#] phantom again.
[D] _
_ [G#] _ _ [C#m] I wasn't born
to walk on [A] water, I wasn't born to sack and [F#m] slaughter, but on my soul I wasn't [D#] born to
stoop to scorn and [G#] knuckle [C#] under.
A man can learn to steal some thunder, [A] a man can learn
to work some wonder, [F#m] but when the gauntlet's down it's time [D#m] to rise and [G#] climb the sky,
and [C#m] soon the moon will smolder, [F#m] and the winds will drive.
[C#m] Yes, a man grows older, [F#m] but his
soul remains [G#] alive, while the [C#m] streamless stars still glitter, [F#m] and I will survive, [C#m] let
my heart grow colder, [F#m] and as bitter [D#] as [C#m] a falcon in the _ _ [D]
dive.
[G#] _ [C#m] There was a dream, a dying ember, there [A] was a dream I don't remember, [F#m] but I will resurrect
[D#] that dream, the river stream and hills [G#] grow [C#m] steeper, oh here in hell where life gets cheaper,
[A] oh here in hell the blood runs deeper, [F#m] and when the final duel is near, [D#] I'll lift my
spear [G#] and fly, piercing [C#m] into the sky and higher, [F#m] and the strong will thrive, [C#m] yes the weak will
cower, [F#m] while the fittest will [G#] survive, if we [C#m] wait for the darkest hour, [F#m]
till we spring
alive, [C#m] then with claws of fire [F#m] we devour, [D#] like [G#] a [C#m] falcon in the dive.
_ [A] _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[D] _ [B] _ [Em] These are the days, yes, days of [F#] glory, days of rage, and the dream, and the dream of Paris
frays on my bones, knowing [Em] that a day, calling to my brain and no never bend, never [F#] kneel
in tempest, fight for the beauty of the fight, I am [Em] not a man to hunger for blood, but the
spirit can cry, [C#m] to be younger and [F#] fiercer and fly, piercing into [C] the sky and higher,
[F] and the strong will thrive, [Cm] yes the weak will cower, while [G] the [Fm] fittest [Dm] will [G] survive, if
we [C] wait for the darkest hour, [F] till we spring alive, then [Cm] with claws of fire [Fm] we devour,
[G] like a falcon _ in _ the [C] dive.
[Cm] _ _ [G#] _ _ [G] _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _