Chords for Anne Grete Preus - Vår Herres klinkekule (Erik Bye)
Tempo:
68.15 bpm
Chords used:
Bm
G
D
F#
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G] [D]
[E]
[Bm] I dreamt that our lord was [G] a poodle with a [A] fox's brood and scruffy hair on [Bm] each leg.
[Em] I saw him [C#] clink the ball with [Bm] our claw in a mutter spread [Em] against the wall of [F#] the universe.
He [G]
clinked, he was [B] happy, and it was summer, [A]
[Bm] and the sun lit [C#] the light in colored [F#] glass.
[Bm] A thousand balls jingled [G] from his pocket, [Bm] for in our lord's pocket there [D] is glass.
[D] And [Bm] the clods got to dance, to [G] sway and trill, to the [A] joy of his heart and [D] his song.
[B] Then he became [C#] distracted and forgot [Bm] to play a summer [Em] bird's song, the wing against his [F#] brow.
And [G] for a day he caught a [A] summer bird, [Bm] the most beautiful [C#] of all he [F#] had ever created.
[Bm] But on the ground lay our [G] lord's clinking ball,
[Bm] felt alone [G] and sad, [E]
[F#m] [Bm] and his face came as tired as [G] a half-poodle.
[Bm]
Now it [A] is evening, [F#] and the play has [Bm] been late.
[E] He lay on [C#] his knees and gathered [Bm] his clods,
so he that [Em] he [B] had lost [D] [B] one, the [G] little blue, the smallest [A] of them all,
he [Bm] laid them [C#] under grass and [F#] stone.
[Bm] The one that was so white in [G] the sun, fell, [Bm] but the dark came and the ball [G] was gone.
[E]
[G]
The [D]
[G] [Bm]
[B] earth that [G] had been lost, [A] and the ground lay [B] there cold [D] and wet,
[E] and God [C#m] went home and took off [Bm] his shirt, but I [Em] cannot remember him,
[F#] if he was gray [G] and white as the ball of the little [A] earth, and [Bm] does not [B]
count [C#m] the time.
[F#] [Bm] We have a dream that he [G] is looking for more tomorrow,
[F#] and hopes that he will find [G]
us again.
Hope will come to us again.
[G] [E]
[D] [D]
[G]
[E]
[Bm] I dreamt that our lord was [G] a poodle with a [A] fox's brood and scruffy hair on [Bm] each leg.
[Em] I saw him [C#] clink the ball with [Bm] our claw in a mutter spread [Em] against the wall of [F#] the universe.
He [G]
clinked, he was [B] happy, and it was summer, [A]
[Bm] and the sun lit [C#] the light in colored [F#] glass.
[Bm] A thousand balls jingled [G] from his pocket, [Bm] for in our lord's pocket there [D] is glass.
[D] And [Bm] the clods got to dance, to [G] sway and trill, to the [A] joy of his heart and [D] his song.
[B] Then he became [C#] distracted and forgot [Bm] to play a summer [Em] bird's song, the wing against his [F#] brow.
And [G] for a day he caught a [A] summer bird, [Bm] the most beautiful [C#] of all he [F#] had ever created.
[Bm] But on the ground lay our [G] lord's clinking ball,
[Bm] felt alone [G] and sad, [E]
[F#m] [Bm] and his face came as tired as [G] a half-poodle.
[Bm]
Now it [A] is evening, [F#] and the play has [Bm] been late.
[E] He lay on [C#] his knees and gathered [Bm] his clods,
so he that [Em] he [B] had lost [D] [B] one, the [G] little blue, the smallest [A] of them all,
he [Bm] laid them [C#] under grass and [F#] stone.
[Bm] The one that was so white in [G] the sun, fell, [Bm] but the dark came and the ball [G] was gone.
[E]
[G]
The [D]
[G] [Bm]
[B] earth that [G] had been lost, [A] and the ground lay [B] there cold [D] and wet,
[E] and God [C#m] went home and took off [Bm] his shirt, but I [Em] cannot remember him,
[F#] if he was gray [G] and white as the ball of the little [A] earth, and [Bm] does not [B]
count [C#m] the time.
[F#] [Bm] We have a dream that he [G] is looking for more tomorrow,
[F#] and hopes that he will find [G]
us again.
Hope will come to us again.
[G] [E]
[D] [D]
[G]
Key:
Bm
G
D
F#
A
Bm
G
D
_ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] I dreamt that our lord was [G] a poodle with a [A] fox's brood and scruffy hair on [Bm] each leg. _ _
[Em] I saw him [C#] clink the ball with [Bm] our claw in a mutter spread [Em] against the wall of _ [F#] the universe.
He _ _ [G]
clinked, he was [B] happy, and it was summer, [A] _ _
[Bm] and the sun lit [C#] the light in colored [F#] glass.
_ _ [Bm] _ A thousand balls jingled [G] from his pocket, _ [Bm] for in our lord's pocket there [D] is glass. _
[D] And _ _ [Bm] the clods got to dance, to [G] sway and trill, to the [A] joy of his heart and [D] his song.
_ _ _ [B] Then he became [C#] distracted and forgot [Bm] to play a summer [Em] bird's song, the wing against his [F#] brow. _
And [G] for a day he caught a [A] summer bird, _ _ [Bm] the most beautiful [C#] of all he [F#] had ever created.
_ [Bm] But on the ground lay our [G] lord's clinking ball, _
[Bm] _ felt alone [G] and sad, _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ [Bm] and his face came as tired as [G] a half-poodle.
[Bm]
Now it [A] is evening, [F#] and the play has [Bm] been late.
_ _ [E] He lay on [C#] his knees and gathered [Bm] his clods,
so he that [Em] he [B] had lost [D] _ [B] one, the [G] little blue, the smallest [A] of them all,
he [Bm] laid them [C#] under grass and [F#] stone.
_ _ [Bm] The one that was so white in [G] the sun, fell, _ [Bm] but the dark came and the ball [G] was gone.
_ _ _ [E] _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _
The [D] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
[B] earth that [G] had been lost, _ [A] and the ground lay [B] there cold [D] and wet,
_ _ [E] and God [C#m] went home and took off [Bm] his shirt, but I [Em] cannot remember him,
[F#] if he was gray _ [G] and white as the ball of the little [A] earth, _ and [Bm] does not [B]
count [C#m] the time.
_ [F#] _ [Bm] We have a dream that he [G] is looking for more tomorrow, _
_ [F#] and hopes that he will find [G]
us again.
_ _ Hope _ _ will come to us _ _ again. _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [E] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] I dreamt that our lord was [G] a poodle with a [A] fox's brood and scruffy hair on [Bm] each leg. _ _
[Em] I saw him [C#] clink the ball with [Bm] our claw in a mutter spread [Em] against the wall of _ [F#] the universe.
He _ _ [G]
clinked, he was [B] happy, and it was summer, [A] _ _
[Bm] and the sun lit [C#] the light in colored [F#] glass.
_ _ [Bm] _ A thousand balls jingled [G] from his pocket, _ [Bm] for in our lord's pocket there [D] is glass. _
[D] And _ _ [Bm] the clods got to dance, to [G] sway and trill, to the [A] joy of his heart and [D] his song.
_ _ _ [B] Then he became [C#] distracted and forgot [Bm] to play a summer [Em] bird's song, the wing against his [F#] brow. _
And [G] for a day he caught a [A] summer bird, _ _ [Bm] the most beautiful [C#] of all he [F#] had ever created.
_ [Bm] But on the ground lay our [G] lord's clinking ball, _
[Bm] _ felt alone [G] and sad, _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ [Bm] and his face came as tired as [G] a half-poodle.
[Bm]
Now it [A] is evening, [F#] and the play has [Bm] been late.
_ _ [E] He lay on [C#] his knees and gathered [Bm] his clods,
so he that [Em] he [B] had lost [D] _ [B] one, the [G] little blue, the smallest [A] of them all,
he [Bm] laid them [C#] under grass and [F#] stone.
_ _ [Bm] The one that was so white in [G] the sun, fell, _ [Bm] but the dark came and the ball [G] was gone.
_ _ _ [E] _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _
The [D] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
[B] earth that [G] had been lost, _ [A] and the ground lay [B] there cold [D] and wet,
_ _ [E] and God [C#m] went home and took off [Bm] his shirt, but I [Em] cannot remember him,
[F#] if he was gray _ [G] and white as the ball of the little [A] earth, _ and [Bm] does not [B]
count [C#m] the time.
_ [F#] _ [Bm] We have a dream that he [G] is looking for more tomorrow, _
_ [F#] and hopes that he will find [G]
us again.
_ _ Hope _ _ will come to us _ _ again. _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [E] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _