Don Quixote Chords by Gordon Lightfoot
Tempo:
100.45 bpm
Chords used:
B
F#
E
G#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#] [B]
Through the woodland, through the valley, [G#] Comes a horseman wild and free, Tilting [B] at the windmill's passing, Who can [F#] the brave young horseman be?
He [B] is wild, but he is mellow, He [G#] is strong, but he is weak, He is cruel, but he is gentle, He is wise, but he is meek.
[F#] Reaching for his saddlebag, [E] He takes a [B] battered book into his hand, [G#] Standing like a prophet [B] foal, He shouts across the ocean to the shore, Till [G#] he can shout no more.
I have come a-mooring mountain, Like the hawk upon the wing, I was once a shining knight, Who was the guardian of a king, I have searched the whole world over, Looking for a place to sleep, I have seen the strong survive, And I have seen the lean grow weak.
See the children of the earth, Who wake to find a table bare, See the gentry in the country, Riding off to take the air.
[F#] Reaching for his saddlebag, [E] He takes a rusty sword into [B] his hand, [F#] And striking up a knightly pose, [E] He shouts across the ocean [B] to the shore, Till he can [F#] shout no more.
[B]
See the jailer with his key, Who locks away all traces of sin, See the judge upon the bench, Who tries the cases best he can, See the wise and wicked ones, Who feed upon light's sacred fire, See the soldier with his gun, Who must be dead to be admired.
See the man who tips the needle, See the man who buys and sells, See the man who puts the collar on the ones who dare not tell, See the drunkard in the tavern, Stemming gold to make ends meet, See the youth in ghetto black, Condemned to life upon the street.
[F#] Reaching for his saddlebag, [E] He takes a tarnished cross into [B] his hand, [F#] Standing like a preacher now, [E] He shouts across the ocean [B] to the shore, Then [F#] in a blaze of [E] pangolins, He gallops off across the dusty [B] plain, In vain to search [F#] again, For no one [E] will hear.
[B] Through the woodland, through the valley, Comes a horseman wild and free, Tilting at the windmill's passing, Who can [F#] the brave young [B] horseman be?
He is wild, but he is mellow, He is strong, but he is weak, He is cruel, but he is gentle, He is wise, but he is meek.
[N]
Through the woodland, through the valley, [G#] Comes a horseman wild and free, Tilting [B] at the windmill's passing, Who can [F#] the brave young horseman be?
He [B] is wild, but he is mellow, He [G#] is strong, but he is weak, He is cruel, but he is gentle, He is wise, but he is meek.
[F#] Reaching for his saddlebag, [E] He takes a [B] battered book into his hand, [G#] Standing like a prophet [B] foal, He shouts across the ocean to the shore, Till [G#] he can shout no more.
I have come a-mooring mountain, Like the hawk upon the wing, I was once a shining knight, Who was the guardian of a king, I have searched the whole world over, Looking for a place to sleep, I have seen the strong survive, And I have seen the lean grow weak.
See the children of the earth, Who wake to find a table bare, See the gentry in the country, Riding off to take the air.
[F#] Reaching for his saddlebag, [E] He takes a rusty sword into [B] his hand, [F#] And striking up a knightly pose, [E] He shouts across the ocean [B] to the shore, Till he can [F#] shout no more.
[B]
See the jailer with his key, Who locks away all traces of sin, See the judge upon the bench, Who tries the cases best he can, See the wise and wicked ones, Who feed upon light's sacred fire, See the soldier with his gun, Who must be dead to be admired.
See the man who tips the needle, See the man who buys and sells, See the man who puts the collar on the ones who dare not tell, See the drunkard in the tavern, Stemming gold to make ends meet, See the youth in ghetto black, Condemned to life upon the street.
[F#] Reaching for his saddlebag, [E] He takes a tarnished cross into [B] his hand, [F#] Standing like a preacher now, [E] He shouts across the ocean [B] to the shore, Then [F#] in a blaze of [E] pangolins, He gallops off across the dusty [B] plain, In vain to search [F#] again, For no one [E] will hear.
[B] Through the woodland, through the valley, Comes a horseman wild and free, Tilting at the windmill's passing, Who can [F#] the brave young [B] horseman be?
He is wild, but he is mellow, He is strong, but he is weak, He is cruel, but he is gentle, He is wise, but he is meek.
[N]
Key:
B
F#
E
G#
B
F#
E
G#
_ _ [F#] _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Through the woodland, through the valley, [G#] Comes a horseman wild and free, Tilting [B] at the windmill's passing, Who can [F#] the brave young horseman be?
He [B] is wild, but he is mellow, He [G#] is strong, but he is weak, He is cruel, but he is gentle, He is wise, but he is meek.
_ _ [F#] Reaching for his saddlebag, [E] He takes a [B] battered book into his hand, [G#] _ _ Standing like a prophet [B] foal, He shouts across the ocean to the shore, Till [G#] he can shout no more.
I have come a-mooring mountain, Like the hawk upon the wing, I was once a shining knight, Who was the guardian of a king, I have searched the whole world over, Looking for a place to sleep, I have seen the strong survive, And I have seen the lean grow weak.
See _ _ _ _ _ _ the children of the earth, Who wake to find a table bare, See the gentry in the country, Riding off to take the air. _
_ _ [F#] Reaching for his saddlebag, [E] He takes a rusty sword into [B] his hand, _ [F#] And striking up a knightly pose, [E] He shouts across the ocean [B] to the shore, Till he can [F#] shout no more.
_ _ [B]
See the jailer with his key, Who locks away all traces of sin, See the judge upon the bench, Who tries the cases best he can, See the wise and wicked ones, Who feed upon light's sacred fire, See the soldier with his gun, Who must be dead to be admired.
See _ _ _ _ _ _ the man who tips the needle, See the man who buys and sells, See the man who puts the collar on the ones who dare not tell, See the drunkard in the tavern, Stemming gold to make ends meet, See the youth in ghetto black, Condemned to life upon the street.
_ _ _ [F#] Reaching for his saddlebag, [E] He takes a tarnished cross into [B] his hand, _ _ [F#] Standing like a preacher now, [E] He shouts across the ocean [B] to the shore, _ Then [F#] in a blaze of [E] pangolins, He gallops off across the dusty [B] plain, In vain to search [F#] again, For no one [E] will hear. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] Through the woodland, through the valley, Comes a horseman wild and free, Tilting at the windmill's passing, Who can [F#] the brave young [B] horseman be?
He is wild, but he is mellow, He is strong, but he is weak, He is cruel, but he is gentle, He is wise, but he is meek. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Through the woodland, through the valley, [G#] Comes a horseman wild and free, Tilting [B] at the windmill's passing, Who can [F#] the brave young horseman be?
He [B] is wild, but he is mellow, He [G#] is strong, but he is weak, He is cruel, but he is gentle, He is wise, but he is meek.
_ _ [F#] Reaching for his saddlebag, [E] He takes a [B] battered book into his hand, [G#] _ _ Standing like a prophet [B] foal, He shouts across the ocean to the shore, Till [G#] he can shout no more.
I have come a-mooring mountain, Like the hawk upon the wing, I was once a shining knight, Who was the guardian of a king, I have searched the whole world over, Looking for a place to sleep, I have seen the strong survive, And I have seen the lean grow weak.
See _ _ _ _ _ _ the children of the earth, Who wake to find a table bare, See the gentry in the country, Riding off to take the air. _
_ _ [F#] Reaching for his saddlebag, [E] He takes a rusty sword into [B] his hand, _ [F#] And striking up a knightly pose, [E] He shouts across the ocean [B] to the shore, Till he can [F#] shout no more.
_ _ [B]
See the jailer with his key, Who locks away all traces of sin, See the judge upon the bench, Who tries the cases best he can, See the wise and wicked ones, Who feed upon light's sacred fire, See the soldier with his gun, Who must be dead to be admired.
See _ _ _ _ _ _ the man who tips the needle, See the man who buys and sells, See the man who puts the collar on the ones who dare not tell, See the drunkard in the tavern, Stemming gold to make ends meet, See the youth in ghetto black, Condemned to life upon the street.
_ _ _ [F#] Reaching for his saddlebag, [E] He takes a tarnished cross into [B] his hand, _ _ [F#] Standing like a preacher now, [E] He shouts across the ocean [B] to the shore, _ Then [F#] in a blaze of [E] pangolins, He gallops off across the dusty [B] plain, In vain to search [F#] again, For no one [E] will hear. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] Through the woodland, through the valley, Comes a horseman wild and free, Tilting at the windmill's passing, Who can [F#] the brave young [B] horseman be?
He is wild, but he is mellow, He is strong, but he is weak, He is cruel, but he is gentle, He is wise, but he is meek. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _