Chords for Bells of the Black Sunday

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Sounder and younger [C] than a handle pans in bowls [F#] of dust _ and throats [Em] of sand. _ _
With [B] stammer jaws and hands of gauze [Em] and rust, they [B] beg for a good old song like a dog [E] for crust.
_ Master, master, revive [Em] us a tale of the dandy old hauberst,
of what unlived in the [E] vale, oh please, won't you, won't you?
[F#] Master, master, [Em] turn back the page, where the land was plum and green and we got shine and wage.
Yes, we got shine [F#] and wage.
Shine and [Em] wage.
Now what do you think, children?
Do you think they deserve shine and wage?
_ _ Heed the story of [Am] the swallow and [Em] the other birds, and [Am] the selfish and [C] wicked [Em] harvester, _ _
_ _ who [B] pillaged the grains and poisoned the plains till it drew from the vein [Em] of my vengeance. _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ Last on the highland [G] my twisting black roller [B] came howling.
_ [Em] _
_ _ Last in the fate was [G] in spirals of dust, proud and sad, the [Bm] wicked _ harvester,
[B] entered the heavens [F#] now broken and barren [Bm] his land.
_ [E] _
_ _ _ After a call [G] I lifted my winds [B] out of mercy _ [Em]
generously, _ _ _ _ _ [G] but country dogs lack common sense,
the [Bm] wicked _ harvester, _ _ _ [C] with seed-bags went fixing [F#] to sow a further [Bm] _
offense.
_ [E] Thou with my heart so [Bm] forgiving, _ [E] my kindness could [Bm] swallow you whole.
_ [Am] But [E] the teeth of evil [Em] by rake and by [B] bit was held [A] of the black [Em] Sunday pole.
_ [Am] But the teeth of [B] evil by rake and by bit was held [Gm] of the black [E] Sunday pole. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Seedling was sown [D] by the plow where a flock [B] of birds nested.
_ [Em]
The _ _ _ wazers among [G] them swapped back every seed from the soot.
The [Bm] wicked _ harvester [B] will be of our [F#] ruin if these bitter morsels [Bm] take root.
_ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ Needless the little [G] birds cackled and scoffed [B] their fair elder,
[Em] but she drew _ _ to fiber [G] and braided the venomous net.
The [Bm] wicked _ _ harvester _ _ _ [C] _
captured the half [F#]-witted flock as they wept [Bm] in regret.
_ _ [E] Thou with my heart so [Bm] forgiving, [E] my kindness could [Bm] swallow you whole.
_ [Am] But the teeth of [Em] evil by rake and by [B] bit was held [G] of the black [Em] Sunday pole.
_ [Am] But the teeth of [Em] evil by rake and by bit was [B] held of the black [E] Sunday pole.
Thou with my [B] thoughts so [Bm] beguiling, [E] these pipes I could swallow [Bm] you whole.
_ [Am] But the teeth of [Em] evil by rake and by [B] bit was held of the black [Em] Sunday _ [E]
pole.
But the teeth of [Em] evil by rake and by [B] bit was held of the black [Em] Sunday pole.
_ [Bm] Down, down, down [G] come the winds.
[F#m] _ Round, round, round goes the dust.
_ [C#] _ Black, black, black is the Sunday [B] that black comes.
_ _ Weep, weep, weep with [F#] my _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ flack. _ _
_ [C#m] Down, down, down [D] come the winds.
_ _ _ [E] Round, round, round [Em] goes the dust.
[E] _ _ _ Black, [C#m] black, black [D#] is the Sunday.
_ _ [E] _
Hallelujah.
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ Rasp, rasp, [C#] rasp [Cm]
comes.
_ [D] _ _ [E] Weep, weep, weep [Em] with my [Gm] flack. _ _ _
[F#] Black, black, black [D#] is the Sunday. _
[E] _ Hallelujah.
_ _ _ [C#m] _ _
_ _ _ Down, down, down [C] come the winds.
[D] _ _ [E] Round, round, round [Em] goes the dust.
[D] _ _ [E] _
Black, black, black [D#] is the Sunday. Hallelujah.
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _
_ _ _ _ [Am] Black, black, black is the Sunday. _ _ _ _
Hallelujah. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Hallelujah. _ _ _ _ _
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