Christy Moore - Black Album - 04.Wave Up To The Shore Chords
Tempo:
98.45 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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And athadil is born and rises in the spring,
And opens out its beauty to hear the crickets sing.
But as quenches it does [Ab] grow and decays away so soon,
Before the summer sunshine has reached its golden noon,
Before the summer sunshine has reached its golden noon.
As three mint does rise in the mountains so tall,
It swells into a river as gently it does fall.
It meanders through valley, [N] through city and through town,
And in the boundless ocean this reverent is drowned.
Ay, in the boundless ocean this reverent is drowned.
On the sea the winds do rage and the waves grow so high,
White around their surface as they reach up to the sky.
But soon the waves grow [Ab] gentle, no [G] longer [Ab] do they roar,
As they make their lonesome passageway up to the Pemble shore.
As they make their lonesome passageway up to the Pemble shore.
If I were like a daffodil so fair upon the ground,
Or like a winding river with its sweet and mellow sound,
Like a wave up to the shore, like a river into the sea,
I'd lay down in my resting place, contented there I'd be.
I'd lay down in my resting place, and contented I wouldn't be.
And opens out its beauty to hear the crickets sing.
But as quenches it does [Ab] grow and decays away so soon,
Before the summer sunshine has reached its golden noon,
Before the summer sunshine has reached its golden noon.
As three mint does rise in the mountains so tall,
It swells into a river as gently it does fall.
It meanders through valley, [N] through city and through town,
And in the boundless ocean this reverent is drowned.
Ay, in the boundless ocean this reverent is drowned.
On the sea the winds do rage and the waves grow so high,
White around their surface as they reach up to the sky.
But soon the waves grow [Ab] gentle, no [G] longer [Ab] do they roar,
As they make their lonesome passageway up to the Pemble shore.
As they make their lonesome passageway up to the Pemble shore.
If I were like a daffodil so fair upon the ground,
Or like a winding river with its sweet and mellow sound,
Like a wave up to the shore, like a river into the sea,
I'd lay down in my resting place, contented there I'd be.
I'd lay down in my resting place, and contented I wouldn't be.
Key:
Ab
G
Ab
G
Ab
G
Ab
G
And athadil is born and rises in the spring,
And opens out its beauty to hear the crickets sing.
But as quenches it does [Ab] grow and decays away so soon,
Before the summer sunshine has reached its golden noon, _
Before the summer sunshine has reached its golden _ noon.
_ As three mint does rise in the mountains so tall,
It swells into a river as gently it does fall.
_ It meanders through valley, _ [N] through city and through town,
_ And in the boundless ocean this reverent is drowned.
Ay, in the boundless ocean _ this reverent is drowned.
On _ the sea the winds do rage and the waves grow so high,
White around their surface _ as they reach up to the sky. _
_ But soon the waves grow [Ab] gentle, no [G] longer [Ab] do they roar, _
As they make their lonesome _ passageway up to the Pemble shore.
As they make their lonesome _ passageway up to the Pemble shore.
_ _ If I were like a daffodil so fair upon the ground,
Or like a winding river with its sweet and mellow sound,
_ _ Like a wave up to the shore, like a river into the sea,
_ I'd lay down in my resting place, _ contented there I'd be.
I'd lay down in my resting place, and contented I wouldn't be. _ _ _ _
And opens out its beauty to hear the crickets sing.
But as quenches it does [Ab] grow and decays away so soon,
Before the summer sunshine has reached its golden noon, _
Before the summer sunshine has reached its golden _ noon.
_ As three mint does rise in the mountains so tall,
It swells into a river as gently it does fall.
_ It meanders through valley, _ [N] through city and through town,
_ And in the boundless ocean this reverent is drowned.
Ay, in the boundless ocean _ this reverent is drowned.
On _ the sea the winds do rage and the waves grow so high,
White around their surface _ as they reach up to the sky. _
_ But soon the waves grow [Ab] gentle, no [G] longer [Ab] do they roar, _
As they make their lonesome _ passageway up to the Pemble shore.
As they make their lonesome _ passageway up to the Pemble shore.
_ _ If I were like a daffodil so fair upon the ground,
Or like a winding river with its sweet and mellow sound,
_ _ Like a wave up to the shore, like a river into the sea,
_ I'd lay down in my resting place, _ contented there I'd be.
I'd lay down in my resting place, and contented I wouldn't be. _ _ _ _