The Reach Chords by Dan Fogelberg
Tempo:
125.85 bpm
Chords used:
F#
B
C#
G#
D#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[B]
[B]
[F#]
[B]
[F#] [F#]
[B] [C#] It's
[F#]
May and it's [F#]
Autumn, the birches have just begun [G#] turning.
[B] It's life and it's dying, the lobstermen's [B] boats come [G#] returning.
With the [D#m] catch of the day in their [B] hold, [D#m] and the young boys cold and [B] complaining.
[G#]
[F#] The fog meets the [B] beaches and [F#] out on the reach it is raining.
[B] [F#]
[C#] [F#]
[B]
[C#] It's [F#] father and son, it's the way it's been done [G#] since the old [B] days.
[C#] It's [F#] hauling by [B] hand, ten miles [F#] out from the [B] land [C#] where their child [D#] waits.
And [D#m] the days are all lonely and [B] long, and [D#m] the seas grow so stormy and strong.
[C#] But [F#] the reach will sing, welcome is homeward, they hurry along.
[B] [F#]
And the morning will blow, as the waves crash [B] and fall.
And the reach like [F#] a siren sings, as she beckons [G#] and calls.
[B]
As the [B] coastline [F#]
recedes from view, and the seas swell [B] and grow.
I will take from [F#] the reach, all that she [D#] has to teach, to the depths of [F#] my soul.
The [F#]
[C#] [B]
[F#]
[C#] [B]
[F#]
[B]
[F#]
[B]
wind brings a chill, there's a frost on the [B] silt [G#] in the morning.
[C#]
[F#] It creeps through the door on the edge of the shore, [G#] as it's thawing.
[C#]
Soon [D#m] the northers will bluster [B] and glow, [D#m] and the woods will be whitened [B] with [C#] snowfall.
[F#] And the reach will lie frozen for the lost and unchosen to roll.
And the morning will blow, [F#]
as the waves crash [B] and fall.
[F#] [B]
And the reach like [F#] a siren sings, as she beckons [D#] and calls.
[B]
As the [B] coastline [F#]
recedes from view, and the seas swell [B] and grow.
I will take from [F#] the reach, all that she has [D#] to teach, to the depths of [F#] my soul.
[B] [F#]
[F#]
[C#] [F#]
[C#] [B]
[F#]
[D#] [D#m]
[F#]
[B]
[F#]
[B]
[F#]
[F#] [B]
[F#]
[B]
[F#]
[D#]
[B] [F#]
[B]
[F#]
[B]
[N]
[B]
[F#]
[B]
[F#] [F#]
[B] [C#] It's
[F#]
May and it's [F#]
Autumn, the birches have just begun [G#] turning.
[B] It's life and it's dying, the lobstermen's [B] boats come [G#] returning.
With the [D#m] catch of the day in their [B] hold, [D#m] and the young boys cold and [B] complaining.
[G#]
[F#] The fog meets the [B] beaches and [F#] out on the reach it is raining.
[B] [F#]
[C#] [F#]
[B]
[C#] It's [F#] father and son, it's the way it's been done [G#] since the old [B] days.
[C#] It's [F#] hauling by [B] hand, ten miles [F#] out from the [B] land [C#] where their child [D#] waits.
And [D#m] the days are all lonely and [B] long, and [D#m] the seas grow so stormy and strong.
[C#] But [F#] the reach will sing, welcome is homeward, they hurry along.
[B] [F#]
And the morning will blow, as the waves crash [B] and fall.
And the reach like [F#] a siren sings, as she beckons [G#] and calls.
[B]
As the [B] coastline [F#]
recedes from view, and the seas swell [B] and grow.
I will take from [F#] the reach, all that she [D#] has to teach, to the depths of [F#] my soul.
The [F#]
[C#] [B]
[F#]
[C#] [B]
[F#]
[B]
[F#]
[B]
wind brings a chill, there's a frost on the [B] silt [G#] in the morning.
[C#]
[F#] It creeps through the door on the edge of the shore, [G#] as it's thawing.
[C#]
Soon [D#m] the northers will bluster [B] and glow, [D#m] and the woods will be whitened [B] with [C#] snowfall.
[F#] And the reach will lie frozen for the lost and unchosen to roll.
And the morning will blow, [F#]
as the waves crash [B] and fall.
[F#] [B]
And the reach like [F#] a siren sings, as she beckons [D#] and calls.
[B]
As the [B] coastline [F#]
recedes from view, and the seas swell [B] and grow.
I will take from [F#] the reach, all that she has [D#] to teach, to the depths of [F#] my soul.
[B] [F#]
[F#]
[C#] [F#]
[C#] [B]
[F#]
[D#] [D#m]
[F#]
[B]
[F#]
[B]
[F#]
[F#] [B]
[F#]
[B]
[F#]
[D#]
[B] [F#]
[B]
[F#]
[B]
[N]
Key:
F#
B
C#
G#
D#m
F#
B
C#
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_ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ [B] _ [C#] It's _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ May and it's [F#]
Autumn, the birches have just begun [G#] _ _ turning.
_ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ It's life and it's dying, the lobstermen's [B] boats come [G#] _ _ returning.
_ _ _ _ _ _
With the [D#m] catch of the day in their [B] hold, _ _ _ [D#m] and the young boys cold and [B] complaining.
_ [G#] _
_ [F#] The fog meets the [B] beaches and [F#] out on the reach it is raining. _
_ [B] _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ [C#] _ It's [F#] father and son, it's the way it's been done [G#] since the _ old [B] days. _ _ _
[C#] _ _ It's [F#] hauling by [B] hand, ten miles [F#] out from the [B] land [C#] where their _ child _ [D#] waits. _
_ _ And [D#m] the days are all lonely and [B] long, _ _ and [D#m] the seas grow so stormy and strong.
[C#] But _ [F#] the reach will sing, welcome is homeward, they _ hurry _ along.
[B] _ _ _ [F#] _ _
And the morning will _ blow, _ _ _ as the waves crash [B] and fall. _ _ _ _
And the reach like [F#] a _ siren _ _ sings, as she beckons [G#] and _ calls.
_ _ [B] _
As the [B] coastline [F#] _ _
recedes from _ view, and the seas swell [B] and grow.
_ _ _ _ _
I will take from [F#] the reach, all that she _ [D#] has to teach, to the depths of [F#] my _ soul.
The _ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ [C#] _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ wind brings a chill, there's a frost on the [B] silt [G#] in the _ _ _ morning.
[C#] _ _
_ _ _ [F#] It creeps through the door on the edge of the shore, [G#] as it's _ _ thawing.
_ [C#] _ _
_ _ Soon [D#m] the northers will bluster [B] and glow, _ _ _ [D#m] and the woods will be whitened [B] with _ _ [C#] snowfall.
[F#] And the reach will lie frozen for the lost and _ unchosen to roll. _ _ _ _ _
And the morning will _ blow, [F#] _ _ _ _
as the waves crash [B] and fall.
[F#] _ _ _ [B] _ _
And the reach like [F#] a _ _ siren _ sings, as she beckons [D#] and calls.
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _
As the [B] coastline [F#] _ _
recedes from _ view, and the seas swell [B] and grow.
_ _ _ _ _
I will take from [F#] the reach, all that she has [D#] to teach, to the depths of [F#] my _ soul. _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ [C#] _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ [C#] _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ [D#] _ _ _ [D#m] _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ _ [D#] _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
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[B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _
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_ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ [B] _ [C#] It's _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ May and it's [F#]
Autumn, the birches have just begun [G#] _ _ turning.
_ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ It's life and it's dying, the lobstermen's [B] boats come [G#] _ _ returning.
_ _ _ _ _ _
With the [D#m] catch of the day in their [B] hold, _ _ _ [D#m] and the young boys cold and [B] complaining.
_ [G#] _
_ [F#] The fog meets the [B] beaches and [F#] out on the reach it is raining. _
_ [B] _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ [C#] _ It's [F#] father and son, it's the way it's been done [G#] since the _ old [B] days. _ _ _
[C#] _ _ It's [F#] hauling by [B] hand, ten miles [F#] out from the [B] land [C#] where their _ child _ [D#] waits. _
_ _ And [D#m] the days are all lonely and [B] long, _ _ and [D#m] the seas grow so stormy and strong.
[C#] But _ [F#] the reach will sing, welcome is homeward, they _ hurry _ along.
[B] _ _ _ [F#] _ _
And the morning will _ blow, _ _ _ as the waves crash [B] and fall. _ _ _ _
And the reach like [F#] a _ siren _ _ sings, as she beckons [G#] and _ calls.
_ _ [B] _
As the [B] coastline [F#] _ _
recedes from _ view, and the seas swell [B] and grow.
_ _ _ _ _
I will take from [F#] the reach, all that she _ [D#] has to teach, to the depths of [F#] my _ soul.
The _ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ [C#] _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ wind brings a chill, there's a frost on the [B] silt [G#] in the _ _ _ morning.
[C#] _ _
_ _ _ [F#] It creeps through the door on the edge of the shore, [G#] as it's _ _ thawing.
_ [C#] _ _
_ _ Soon [D#m] the northers will bluster [B] and glow, _ _ _ [D#m] and the woods will be whitened [B] with _ _ [C#] snowfall.
[F#] And the reach will lie frozen for the lost and _ unchosen to roll. _ _ _ _ _
And the morning will _ blow, [F#] _ _ _ _
as the waves crash [B] and fall.
[F#] _ _ _ [B] _ _
And the reach like [F#] a _ _ siren _ sings, as she beckons [D#] and calls.
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _
As the [B] coastline [F#] _ _
recedes from _ view, and the seas swell [B] and grow.
_ _ _ _ _
I will take from [F#] the reach, all that she has [D#] to teach, to the depths of [F#] my _ soul. _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ [C#] _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ [C#] _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ [D#] _ _ _ [D#m] _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _
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_ _ [F#] _ _ _ [B] _
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_ _ _ _ [D#] _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ [F#] _ _
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