Chords for A Tree Song - Oak, Ash & Thorn by R. Kipling / P. Bellamy (Cover)
Tempo:
71.5 bpm
Chords used:
B
Abm
Em
C
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Of all the trees that grow so fair, all linger unto a dawn,
Greater are none beneath the sun than oak and ash and thorn.
Sing oak and ash and thorn, good sirs, all on amid summer's morn,
Surely we sing of no little thing in oak and ash and thorn.
Oak of the clay live many a day, or ever, nay, as begun.
Ash of the loam was a lady at home when brook was an outlaw man,
And thorn of the town saw a new dry town from which London was born.
Witness hereby the ancient cry of oak and ash and thorn.
Sing oak and ash and thorn, good [B] sirs, all on amid summer's morn,
Surely we sing of no little thing in oak and ash and thorn.
You that is old in churchyard mown, he breedeth a mighty bow,
How therefore shoes do wise men choose, and beech for cups also.
But when you have killed and [Abm] your bowlwood is filled and your shoes are clean outworn,
Back you must speed for all that you need to oak and ash and thorn.
[Em] Sing oak and ash and thorn, good sirs, all on amid summer's morn,
Surely we sing of no little thing in oak and ash and thorn.
Tell him she hates mankind and waits till every gust be [C] late
To drop a limb on the head of him that anywhere trusts her shade.
But whether a lad be sober or sad or mellow with ale from the horn,
He'll taketh no wrong when he lieth along neath oak and ash and thorn.
Sing oak and ash and thorn, good sirs, all on amid [Am] summer's morn,
Surely we sing of no little thing in oak and ash and thorn.
O do not tell the priest of outlife, or he would call it a sin,
But we've been out in the woods all night a-conjuring summer in,
And we bring good news by word of mouth, good news for cattle and corn.
Now is the sun come up from the south by oak and ash and thorn.
Sing oak and ash and thorn, good sirs, all on amid summer's morn,
Surely we sing of no little thing in oak and ash and thorn.
Greater are none beneath the sun than oak and ash and thorn.
Sing oak and ash and thorn, good sirs, all on amid summer's morn,
Surely we sing of no little thing in oak and ash and thorn.
Oak of the clay live many a day, or ever, nay, as begun.
Ash of the loam was a lady at home when brook was an outlaw man,
And thorn of the town saw a new dry town from which London was born.
Witness hereby the ancient cry of oak and ash and thorn.
Sing oak and ash and thorn, good [B] sirs, all on amid summer's morn,
Surely we sing of no little thing in oak and ash and thorn.
You that is old in churchyard mown, he breedeth a mighty bow,
How therefore shoes do wise men choose, and beech for cups also.
But when you have killed and [Abm] your bowlwood is filled and your shoes are clean outworn,
Back you must speed for all that you need to oak and ash and thorn.
[Em] Sing oak and ash and thorn, good sirs, all on amid summer's morn,
Surely we sing of no little thing in oak and ash and thorn.
Tell him she hates mankind and waits till every gust be [C] late
To drop a limb on the head of him that anywhere trusts her shade.
But whether a lad be sober or sad or mellow with ale from the horn,
He'll taketh no wrong when he lieth along neath oak and ash and thorn.
Sing oak and ash and thorn, good sirs, all on amid [Am] summer's morn,
Surely we sing of no little thing in oak and ash and thorn.
O do not tell the priest of outlife, or he would call it a sin,
But we've been out in the woods all night a-conjuring summer in,
And we bring good news by word of mouth, good news for cattle and corn.
Now is the sun come up from the south by oak and ash and thorn.
Sing oak and ash and thorn, good sirs, all on amid summer's morn,
Surely we sing of no little thing in oak and ash and thorn.
Key:
B
Abm
Em
C
Am
B
Abm
Em
_ _ Of all the trees that grow so fair, all linger unto a dawn,
Greater are none beneath the sun than oak and ash and thorn.
Sing oak and ash and thorn, good sirs, all on amid summer's morn,
Surely we sing of no little thing in oak and ash and thorn.
Oak of the clay live many a day, or ever, nay, as begun.
Ash of the loam was a lady at home when brook was an outlaw man,
And thorn of the town saw a new dry town from which London was born.
Witness hereby the ancient cry of oak and ash and thorn.
Sing oak and ash and thorn, good [B] sirs, all on amid summer's morn,
Surely we sing of no little thing in oak and ash and thorn.
You that is old in churchyard mown, he breedeth a mighty bow,
How therefore shoes do wise men choose, and beech for cups also.
But when you have killed and [Abm] your bowlwood is filled and your shoes are clean outworn,
Back you must speed for all that you need to oak and ash and thorn.
[Em] Sing oak and ash and thorn, good sirs, all on amid summer's morn,
Surely we sing of no little thing in oak and ash and thorn.
Tell him she hates mankind and waits till every gust be [C] late
To drop a limb on the head of him that anywhere trusts her shade.
But whether a lad be sober or sad or mellow with ale from the horn,
He'll taketh no wrong when he lieth along neath oak and ash and thorn.
Sing oak and ash and thorn, good sirs, all on amid [Am] summer's morn,
Surely we sing of no little thing in oak and ash and thorn.
O do not tell the priest of outlife, or he would call it a sin,
But we've been out in the woods all night a-conjuring summer in,
And we bring good news by word of mouth, good news for cattle and corn.
Now is the sun come up from the south by oak and ash and thorn.
Sing oak and ash and thorn, good sirs, all on amid summer's morn,
Surely we sing of no little thing in oak and ash and thorn. _ _
Greater are none beneath the sun than oak and ash and thorn.
Sing oak and ash and thorn, good sirs, all on amid summer's morn,
Surely we sing of no little thing in oak and ash and thorn.
Oak of the clay live many a day, or ever, nay, as begun.
Ash of the loam was a lady at home when brook was an outlaw man,
And thorn of the town saw a new dry town from which London was born.
Witness hereby the ancient cry of oak and ash and thorn.
Sing oak and ash and thorn, good [B] sirs, all on amid summer's morn,
Surely we sing of no little thing in oak and ash and thorn.
You that is old in churchyard mown, he breedeth a mighty bow,
How therefore shoes do wise men choose, and beech for cups also.
But when you have killed and [Abm] your bowlwood is filled and your shoes are clean outworn,
Back you must speed for all that you need to oak and ash and thorn.
[Em] Sing oak and ash and thorn, good sirs, all on amid summer's morn,
Surely we sing of no little thing in oak and ash and thorn.
Tell him she hates mankind and waits till every gust be [C] late
To drop a limb on the head of him that anywhere trusts her shade.
But whether a lad be sober or sad or mellow with ale from the horn,
He'll taketh no wrong when he lieth along neath oak and ash and thorn.
Sing oak and ash and thorn, good sirs, all on amid [Am] summer's morn,
Surely we sing of no little thing in oak and ash and thorn.
O do not tell the priest of outlife, or he would call it a sin,
But we've been out in the woods all night a-conjuring summer in,
And we bring good news by word of mouth, good news for cattle and corn.
Now is the sun come up from the south by oak and ash and thorn.
Sing oak and ash and thorn, good sirs, all on amid summer's morn,
Surely we sing of no little thing in oak and ash and thorn. _ _