Chords for Ballad Of St. Anne's Reel
Tempo:
114.15 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
Eb
F
Gm
Cm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bb]
It's turning in a tiny [Eb] town on Fair Prince [Bb] Edward Island, waiting for a ship to come around by and can.
[Eb] A warm, warm [Cm] space where [Bb] my days come from [Eb] me, a tiny trace [Bb] of Finland [F] in the [Bb] distance far behind there.
And I'm cross-counter [Eb] there, [Bb] shy of my friend and friend, we'll walk along the street in the [F] wintry weather.
[Eb] Hail, I [Bb] have been born about the perfect [Eb] rule, [Bb] grown up in France [F] and [Bb] there's life together.
[F] It's time for me to force a [Eb] [Bb] river, when [F] was not a simple tradition [Gm] in human moments.
[Bb] But it runs [F] along the spot, a [Eb] body part made [Bb] once so well, [C] but it never [Bb] learns how to be human.
My
[Eb] [Gm]
[Bb] [Eb] [Bb]
feet begin [Eb] to tap and little [Bb] boys will take your hand, you caught up in the [F] magic of her smile.
[Eb] And leap the [F] heart of Finland, [Bb] white from the lull [Eb] across the floor, he [Bb] sends a softly [F] mighty graceful [Bb] laugh.
He [F] said there's one to give and [Eb] there's another to take, magic [Bb] it is not.
[F] There's one to give [Gm] and there's even a way they put a little smile.
They're everywhere, [Eb] food and [Gm] bread and lots of [Cm] hair, black and [F] gold and suits and [Bb] eaves for gowns.
[Eb] [Bb]
[Eb] [Bb]
Singers go on the room is bare, the old piano's sitting there, someone's saxophone hanging [F] on the [Bb] rack.
The empty [F] chairs, the wooden [Bb] wood, the heels and [Eb] touch of shoes, the [Bb] more awake you [F] go, the [Bb] dancers come back.
The [F] bells on the wall, the bells on [Bb] the wall, [Eb] [Bb] [F] the bells on the wall, the [Gm] [F] bells on the wall.
[Eb] It's coming every [Bb] school, it's coming every [Cm] school, but the money [F] will pass [Bb] you by.
[Eb] [Bb]
[Eb] [Bb]
[N]
It's turning in a tiny [Eb] town on Fair Prince [Bb] Edward Island, waiting for a ship to come around by and can.
[Eb] A warm, warm [Cm] space where [Bb] my days come from [Eb] me, a tiny trace [Bb] of Finland [F] in the [Bb] distance far behind there.
And I'm cross-counter [Eb] there, [Bb] shy of my friend and friend, we'll walk along the street in the [F] wintry weather.
[Eb] Hail, I [Bb] have been born about the perfect [Eb] rule, [Bb] grown up in France [F] and [Bb] there's life together.
[F] It's time for me to force a [Eb] [Bb] river, when [F] was not a simple tradition [Gm] in human moments.
[Bb] But it runs [F] along the spot, a [Eb] body part made [Bb] once so well, [C] but it never [Bb] learns how to be human.
My
[Eb] [Gm]
[Bb] [Eb] [Bb]
feet begin [Eb] to tap and little [Bb] boys will take your hand, you caught up in the [F] magic of her smile.
[Eb] And leap the [F] heart of Finland, [Bb] white from the lull [Eb] across the floor, he [Bb] sends a softly [F] mighty graceful [Bb] laugh.
He [F] said there's one to give and [Eb] there's another to take, magic [Bb] it is not.
[F] There's one to give [Gm] and there's even a way they put a little smile.
They're everywhere, [Eb] food and [Gm] bread and lots of [Cm] hair, black and [F] gold and suits and [Bb] eaves for gowns.
[Eb] [Bb]
[Eb] [Bb]
Singers go on the room is bare, the old piano's sitting there, someone's saxophone hanging [F] on the [Bb] rack.
The empty [F] chairs, the wooden [Bb] wood, the heels and [Eb] touch of shoes, the [Bb] more awake you [F] go, the [Bb] dancers come back.
The [F] bells on the wall, the bells on [Bb] the wall, [Eb] [Bb] [F] the bells on the wall, the [Gm] [F] bells on the wall.
[Eb] It's coming every [Bb] school, it's coming every [Cm] school, but the money [F] will pass [Bb] you by.
[Eb] [Bb]
[Eb] [Bb]
[N]
Key:
Bb
Eb
F
Gm
Cm
Bb
Eb
F
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ It's turning in a tiny [Eb] town on Fair Prince [Bb] Edward Island, waiting for a ship to come around by and can.
[Eb] A warm, warm [Cm] space where [Bb] my days come from [Eb] me, a tiny trace [Bb] of Finland [F] in the [Bb] distance far behind there.
And I'm cross-counter [Eb] there, [Bb] shy of my friend and friend, we'll walk along the street in the [F] wintry weather.
[Eb] Hail, I [Bb] have been born about the perfect [Eb] rule, [Bb] grown up in France [F] and [Bb] there's life together.
[F] It's time for me to force a [Eb] _ [Bb] river, when [F] was not a simple tradition [Gm] in human moments.
[Bb] But it runs [F] along the spot, a [Eb] body part made [Bb] once so well, [C] but it never [Bb] learns how to be human.
_ _ _ My _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Gm] _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ feet begin [Eb] to tap and little [Bb] boys will take your hand, you caught up in the [F] magic of her smile.
[Eb] And leap the [F] heart of Finland, [Bb] white from the lull [Eb] across the floor, he [Bb] sends a softly [F] mighty graceful [Bb] laugh.
_ He [F] said there's one to give and [Eb] there's another to take, magic [Bb] it is not.
[F] There's one to give [Gm] and there's even a way they put a little _ smile.
They're everywhere, [Eb] food and [Gm] bread and lots of [Cm] hair, black and [F] gold and suits and [Bb] eaves for _ _ _ _ gowns. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Singers go on the room is bare, the old piano's sitting there, someone's saxophone hanging [F] on the [Bb] rack.
The empty [F] chairs, the wooden [Bb] wood, the heels and [Eb] touch of shoes, the [Bb] more awake you [F] go, the [Bb] dancers come back.
The [F] bells on the wall, the bells on [Bb] the wall, [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ [F] the bells on the wall, the [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] bells on the wall.
[Eb] It's coming every [Bb] school, it's coming every [Cm] school, but the money [F] will pass [Bb] you by. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ It's turning in a tiny [Eb] town on Fair Prince [Bb] Edward Island, waiting for a ship to come around by and can.
[Eb] A warm, warm [Cm] space where [Bb] my days come from [Eb] me, a tiny trace [Bb] of Finland [F] in the [Bb] distance far behind there.
And I'm cross-counter [Eb] there, [Bb] shy of my friend and friend, we'll walk along the street in the [F] wintry weather.
[Eb] Hail, I [Bb] have been born about the perfect [Eb] rule, [Bb] grown up in France [F] and [Bb] there's life together.
[F] It's time for me to force a [Eb] _ [Bb] river, when [F] was not a simple tradition [Gm] in human moments.
[Bb] But it runs [F] along the spot, a [Eb] body part made [Bb] once so well, [C] but it never [Bb] learns how to be human.
_ _ _ My _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Gm] _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ feet begin [Eb] to tap and little [Bb] boys will take your hand, you caught up in the [F] magic of her smile.
[Eb] And leap the [F] heart of Finland, [Bb] white from the lull [Eb] across the floor, he [Bb] sends a softly [F] mighty graceful [Bb] laugh.
_ He [F] said there's one to give and [Eb] there's another to take, magic [Bb] it is not.
[F] There's one to give [Gm] and there's even a way they put a little _ smile.
They're everywhere, [Eb] food and [Gm] bread and lots of [Cm] hair, black and [F] gold and suits and [Bb] eaves for _ _ _ _ gowns. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Singers go on the room is bare, the old piano's sitting there, someone's saxophone hanging [F] on the [Bb] rack.
The empty [F] chairs, the wooden [Bb] wood, the heels and [Eb] touch of shoes, the [Bb] more awake you [F] go, the [Bb] dancers come back.
The [F] bells on the wall, the bells on [Bb] the wall, [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ [F] the bells on the wall, the [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] bells on the wall.
[Eb] It's coming every [Bb] school, it's coming every [Cm] school, but the money [F] will pass [Bb] you by. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ [Bb] _ _
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