Chords for Declan Millar - The Burial Mound

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A

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Declan Millar - The Burial Mound chords
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[D]
[Dm]
[D] For [D]
those who follow the seasons on that first January morn,
[C] rise up from the narcotic dusk, [D] they shall be reborn.
The rise we need from a month-long sleep, Will fall across the floor,
bowls, telling unfinished tales, From the year before.
[A] [D] Struggling to till the unfertile ground, Trading smokes, replacing the burial mound,
100%  ➙  101BPM
D
1321
Dm
2311
G
2131
F
134211111
A
1231
D
1321
Dm
2311
G
2131
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_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
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[D] _ _ For _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ those who follow the seasons on that first January morn,
They [C] rise up from the narcotic dusk, [D] they shall be reborn.
_ _ _ The rise we need from a month-long sleep, Will fall across the floor,
Smoking bowls, telling unfinished tales, From the year before. _
_ _ [A] _ _ [D] Struggling to till the _ unfertile ground, _ _ Trading smokes, replacing the burial mound,
_ Come the frost, we'll count the funeral costs, For all [Dm] things past,
Counting old [C] friends lost in the [D]
cold, That's on the ground, [A] the cold is on the [D] ground. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ And hearing our most ancient bard lament, After the [Dm] deed, that the [C] skidding wheels of
experience, [D] Hit the land's youth at speed.
_ Biblicals to the children all, Recounting long lost [Dm] days,
[D] Their voice and smile live out the while, In the songs Hillways play.
_ Struggling to till the unfertile ground, [Dm] _ _ [G] Trading [D] smokes, replacing the burial mound, _
Come [G] the frost, we'll count the funeral costs, [D] For all things [A] past,
Counting old [D] friends lost in the [D] cold, That's on the ground, [F] the cold [D] is on the ground.
[Dm] The cold is on [D] the _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
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[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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ground.
[C] _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ By twelfth night, the growing light, [F] Call for [D] volunteers,
When the last rays of December sun, Have called last orders on the year.
The people gather by old Bride's Mount, [F] For the final time,
[D] Then they wander up the rainy street, Singing old Lang Syne.
_ Struggling to till the unfertile ground, _ _ Trading smokes, replacing the burial mound, _ _
Come the frost, we'll count the funeral costs, For all things past,
Counting old friends lost in the cold, That's on the ground, [F] the cold [D] is on the ground.
[A] The cold.
That _ _ [D] _
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_ [D] _ _ [G] is our [Am] calling, our calling, [D] From the earth. _ _ _
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