Chords for Fairport Convention - Red and Gold - Birmingham Town Hall.1990.avi
Tempo:
91.55 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
G
Bm
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#m] Red and gold [Em] are royal [A]
colours, [B] Peasant colours [G] of green and brown.
[D] Green is [G] the corn in [D] the brown earth when [Bm] it's growing,
[G] Red and [D] gold [A] when the harvest is cut [D] down.
Through crop-breeding in [G] Oxfordshire, The churl [A] takes its course,
And the willows weave into its waters clear.
My name it is [G] Will Thames, [A] and it's here that I [D] was born,
[G] Raised in faith [A] my king and god to fear.
In 1644 the [G] king in Oxford town [A] did dwell,
[D] Though we'd heard that [G] Cromwell's army was [A] nearby.
It did not occur to me [A] that little Crop [D]-Riddy
Could [G] be a witness to [A] the meeting of [D] both sides.
On June the [Em] 29th that year I was about [A] my work,
[D] Cutting hedges in a meadow [A] round a stream.
My [D] blade slipped, I [G] cut my hand, [A] And my own dear blood did [D] flow,
[G] Upon the brown earth [A] and the [D] corn still.
Now I did distress me so, to watch my own [A] blood flow,
[D] And quickly soak [G] into the greedy [A] crown.
In red and [D] gold my colour [G] swam, And sweat broke on [D] my brow,
[G] And faint I [A] knew that I must [D] lay me down.
Red and gold [Em] are royal [A]
colours,
Vast [Bm] and colours [G] of green [A] and brown.
[D] Green is [G] the corn and the [D] brown earth where [Bm] it's growing.
[G] Red and [D] bulk [A] when the harvest is cut [D] down.
At first I thought the [G] thundering was just inside [A] my head,
So I raised [G] myself above the [A] hedge to see.
And I watched [G] as in a dream, [A] As the harvests [D] fought downstream,
[G] Their battle for the [A] bridge at Crop [D]-Riddy.
Now the king's men fought [Em] in red and gold, Though [G]
Cromwell's men were [A] plainer,
The [D] blood they [G] spilled was colour just [A] the same.
Through their droves [G] fragile gather, I [A] saw brother killing brother.
[G] And all of [A] this done in [D] Jesus' name.
Red and gold [Em] are royal [A]
colours,
[Bm] Vast and colours [G] of green and [A] brown.
Green is [G] the corn and [D] the brown earth where [Bm] it's growing.
[G] Red and bulk [D] [A] when the harvest is cut [D] down.
For that day and [G] all the next, the battle it was [A] raging,
Though in [D] darkness came, [A] I slipped away.
But the crying [G] of the dying [A] kept me wakeful [D] and just lying [G] in my bed,
[A] Until the dawning [D] of the day.
[A] And the dreams I had were red [D] and gold,
[G] And the little [D] stream became a [A] flood.
From [D] all my [G] brothers [D] killing one [Bm] another,
[A] [G] Till waking [D] I realised that [A] it's all my own dear [D] blood.
[Em]
[A] [C#] [A] [G]
[A] [D] [G] [Bm]
[G] [D] [A]
[D]
Now some were [Em] buried in the church, [G] and some just where [A] they fell,
[F#m] With no markers to [G] declare their place [A] of rest.
But the poppies they [G] do grow, [A] where they were never [D] sown.
[G] To my mind they do [D] declare it best.
And each year when the [Em] green corn once again [G] turns [A] into gold,
And the [F#m] poppies in their [G] fields again remind [A] me,
Like this scar upon [G] my hand [A] of the blood spilled on the [D] land,
Of the hungry earth [A] so eager to [D] confine me.
Gold and gold, [E] they are [A] the colours,
One is blood [G] and one [A] is power,
[F#m] Though I may [G] find my rest [D] in Cropra [Bm] the church.
[A] [G] In golden [D] fields forever will string the poppy flower,
By Cropra de heath [E] the chervil is [G] still bitten to keep [A] flowing,
[F#m] And the willows by its [G] side still [A] gently weep.
[F#m] And still in restless [G] dreams, [A] by this most peaceful [D] stream,
Poppies wake [A] me from my [D] rightful sleep.
[A] And the dreams I have are [D] red and gold,
[G] And the little [D] stream [A] becomes a flood,
[D] From all [G] my brothers [D]
killing [Bm] one another,
[G] Till beginning [D] I realize [A] that it's all my own [D] dear blood.
[Em] [A] [D] [Bm] [G]
[D] [D]
[Bm] [B] [G] [D]
[Em] [A]
[Bm] [A] [G]
[A] [A] [D]
[N]
colours, [B] Peasant colours [G] of green and brown.
[D] Green is [G] the corn in [D] the brown earth when [Bm] it's growing,
[G] Red and [D] gold [A] when the harvest is cut [D] down.
Through crop-breeding in [G] Oxfordshire, The churl [A] takes its course,
And the willows weave into its waters clear.
My name it is [G] Will Thames, [A] and it's here that I [D] was born,
[G] Raised in faith [A] my king and god to fear.
In 1644 the [G] king in Oxford town [A] did dwell,
[D] Though we'd heard that [G] Cromwell's army was [A] nearby.
It did not occur to me [A] that little Crop [D]-Riddy
Could [G] be a witness to [A] the meeting of [D] both sides.
On June the [Em] 29th that year I was about [A] my work,
[D] Cutting hedges in a meadow [A] round a stream.
My [D] blade slipped, I [G] cut my hand, [A] And my own dear blood did [D] flow,
[G] Upon the brown earth [A] and the [D] corn still.
Now I did distress me so, to watch my own [A] blood flow,
[D] And quickly soak [G] into the greedy [A] crown.
In red and [D] gold my colour [G] swam, And sweat broke on [D] my brow,
[G] And faint I [A] knew that I must [D] lay me down.
Red and gold [Em] are royal [A]
colours,
Vast [Bm] and colours [G] of green [A] and brown.
[D] Green is [G] the corn and the [D] brown earth where [Bm] it's growing.
[G] Red and [D] bulk [A] when the harvest is cut [D] down.
At first I thought the [G] thundering was just inside [A] my head,
So I raised [G] myself above the [A] hedge to see.
And I watched [G] as in a dream, [A] As the harvests [D] fought downstream,
[G] Their battle for the [A] bridge at Crop [D]-Riddy.
Now the king's men fought [Em] in red and gold, Though [G]
Cromwell's men were [A] plainer,
The [D] blood they [G] spilled was colour just [A] the same.
Through their droves [G] fragile gather, I [A] saw brother killing brother.
[G] And all of [A] this done in [D] Jesus' name.
Red and gold [Em] are royal [A]
colours,
[Bm] Vast and colours [G] of green and [A] brown.
Green is [G] the corn and [D] the brown earth where [Bm] it's growing.
[G] Red and bulk [D] [A] when the harvest is cut [D] down.
For that day and [G] all the next, the battle it was [A] raging,
Though in [D] darkness came, [A] I slipped away.
But the crying [G] of the dying [A] kept me wakeful [D] and just lying [G] in my bed,
[A] Until the dawning [D] of the day.
[A] And the dreams I had were red [D] and gold,
[G] And the little [D] stream became a [A] flood.
From [D] all my [G] brothers [D] killing one [Bm] another,
[A] [G] Till waking [D] I realised that [A] it's all my own dear [D] blood.
[Em]
[A] [C#] [A] [G]
[A] [D] [G] [Bm]
[G] [D] [A]
[D]
Now some were [Em] buried in the church, [G] and some just where [A] they fell,
[F#m] With no markers to [G] declare their place [A] of rest.
But the poppies they [G] do grow, [A] where they were never [D] sown.
[G] To my mind they do [D] declare it best.
And each year when the [Em] green corn once again [G] turns [A] into gold,
And the [F#m] poppies in their [G] fields again remind [A] me,
Like this scar upon [G] my hand [A] of the blood spilled on the [D] land,
Of the hungry earth [A] so eager to [D] confine me.
Gold and gold, [E] they are [A] the colours,
One is blood [G] and one [A] is power,
[F#m] Though I may [G] find my rest [D] in Cropra [Bm] the church.
[A] [G] In golden [D] fields forever will string the poppy flower,
By Cropra de heath [E] the chervil is [G] still bitten to keep [A] flowing,
[F#m] And the willows by its [G] side still [A] gently weep.
[F#m] And still in restless [G] dreams, [A] by this most peaceful [D] stream,
Poppies wake [A] me from my [D] rightful sleep.
[A] And the dreams I have are [D] red and gold,
[G] And the little [D] stream [A] becomes a flood,
[D] From all [G] my brothers [D]
killing [Bm] one another,
[G] Till beginning [D] I realize [A] that it's all my own [D] dear blood.
[Em] [A] [D] [Bm] [G]
[D] [D]
[Bm] [B] [G] [D]
[Em] [A]
[Bm] [A] [G]
[A] [A] [D]
[N]
Key:
A
D
G
Bm
Em
A
D
G
_ _ [F#m] Red and gold [Em] are royal [A] _
colours, [B] Peasant colours [G] of green and brown.
_ [D] Green is [G] the corn in [D] the brown earth when [Bm] it's growing,
_ [G] Red and [D] gold [A] when the harvest is cut [D] down. _ _ _ _ _
Through crop-breeding in [G] Oxfordshire, The churl [A] takes its course,
And the willows weave into its waters clear.
_ My name it is [G] Will Thames, [A] and it's here that I [D] was born,
[G] Raised in faith [A] my king and god to fear.
_ In 1644 the [G] king in Oxford town [A] did dwell,
[D] Though we'd heard that [G] Cromwell's army was [A] nearby.
_ It did not occur to me [A] that little Crop [D]-Riddy
Could [G] be a witness to [A] the meeting of [D] both sides.
_ On June the [Em] 29th that year I was about [A] my work,
[D] Cutting hedges in a meadow [A] round a stream.
My [D] blade slipped, I [G] cut my hand, [A] And my own dear blood did [D] flow,
[G] Upon the brown earth [A] and the [D] corn still. _
_ Now I did distress me so, to watch my own [A] blood flow,
[D] And quickly soak [G] into the greedy [A] crown. _
In red and [D] gold my colour [G] swam, And sweat broke on [D] my brow,
[G] And faint I [A] knew that I must [D] lay me down. _
_ Red and gold [Em] are royal [A] _
colours,
Vast [Bm] and colours [G] of green [A] and brown.
_ [D] Green is [G] the corn and the [D] brown earth where [Bm] it's growing.
_ _ [G] Red and [D] bulk [A] when the harvest is cut [D] down.
_ At first I thought the [G] thundering was just inside [A] my head,
So I raised [G] myself above the [A] hedge to see.
_ And I watched [G] as in a dream, [A] As the harvests [D] fought downstream,
[G] Their battle for the [A] bridge at Crop [D]-Riddy.
_ _ Now the king's men fought [Em] in red and gold, Though [G]
Cromwell's men were [A] plainer,
The [D] blood they [G] spilled was colour just [A] the same.
Through their droves [G] fragile gather, I [A] saw brother killing brother.
[G] And all of [A] this done in [D] Jesus' name. _
_ Red and gold [Em] are royal [A]
colours,
_ [Bm] Vast and colours [G] of green and [A] brown.
_ Green is [G] the corn and [D] the brown earth where [Bm] it's growing.
_ _ [G] Red and bulk [D] [A] when the harvest is cut [D] down.
_ _ For that day and [G] all the next, the battle it was [A] raging,
Though in [D] darkness came, [A] I slipped away.
_ But the crying [G] of the dying [A] kept me wakeful [D] and just lying [G] in my bed,
[A] Until the dawning [D] of the day.
_ [A] And the dreams I had were red [D] and gold,
_ [G] And the little [D] stream became a [A] flood.
_ From [D] all my [G] brothers [D] killing one [Bm] another,
[A] [G] Till waking [D] I realised that [A] it's all my own dear [D] blood.
_ _ _ [Em] _
_ [A] _ _ [C#] _ _ [A] _ [G] _ _
[A] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
Now some were [Em] buried in the church, [G] and some just where [A] they fell,
[F#m] With no markers to [G] declare their place [A] of rest. _
But the poppies they [G] do grow, [A] where they were never [D] sown.
[G] To my mind they do [D] declare it best. _ _
And each year when the [Em] green corn once again [G] turns [A] into gold,
And the [F#m] poppies in their [G] fields again remind [A] me,
Like this scar upon [G] my hand [A] of the blood spilled on the [D] land,
Of the hungry earth [A] so eager to [D] confine me. _
Gold and gold, [E] they are [A] the colours,
One is blood [G] and one [A] is power,
[F#m] Though I may [G] find my rest [D] in Cropra [Bm] the church.
_ _ _ [A] _ [G] In golden [D] fields forever will string the poppy flower, _ _ _ _
_ _ By Cropra de heath [E] the chervil is [G] still bitten to keep [A] flowing,
[F#m] And the willows by its [G] side still [A] gently weep.
_ [F#m] And still in restless [G] dreams, [A] by this most peaceful [D] stream,
Poppies wake [A] me from my [D] rightful sleep.
_ [A] And the dreams I have are [D] red and gold,
[G] And the little [D] stream [A] becomes a flood,
_ [D] From all [G] my brothers [D]
killing [Bm] one another,
_ [G] Till beginning [D] I realize [A] that it's all my own [D] dear blood.
_ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ [Bm] _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [D] _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ [B] _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [A] _ [G] _ _
_ [A] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
colours, [B] Peasant colours [G] of green and brown.
_ [D] Green is [G] the corn in [D] the brown earth when [Bm] it's growing,
_ [G] Red and [D] gold [A] when the harvest is cut [D] down. _ _ _ _ _
Through crop-breeding in [G] Oxfordshire, The churl [A] takes its course,
And the willows weave into its waters clear.
_ My name it is [G] Will Thames, [A] and it's here that I [D] was born,
[G] Raised in faith [A] my king and god to fear.
_ In 1644 the [G] king in Oxford town [A] did dwell,
[D] Though we'd heard that [G] Cromwell's army was [A] nearby.
_ It did not occur to me [A] that little Crop [D]-Riddy
Could [G] be a witness to [A] the meeting of [D] both sides.
_ On June the [Em] 29th that year I was about [A] my work,
[D] Cutting hedges in a meadow [A] round a stream.
My [D] blade slipped, I [G] cut my hand, [A] And my own dear blood did [D] flow,
[G] Upon the brown earth [A] and the [D] corn still. _
_ Now I did distress me so, to watch my own [A] blood flow,
[D] And quickly soak [G] into the greedy [A] crown. _
In red and [D] gold my colour [G] swam, And sweat broke on [D] my brow,
[G] And faint I [A] knew that I must [D] lay me down. _
_ Red and gold [Em] are royal [A] _
colours,
Vast [Bm] and colours [G] of green [A] and brown.
_ [D] Green is [G] the corn and the [D] brown earth where [Bm] it's growing.
_ _ [G] Red and [D] bulk [A] when the harvest is cut [D] down.
_ At first I thought the [G] thundering was just inside [A] my head,
So I raised [G] myself above the [A] hedge to see.
_ And I watched [G] as in a dream, [A] As the harvests [D] fought downstream,
[G] Their battle for the [A] bridge at Crop [D]-Riddy.
_ _ Now the king's men fought [Em] in red and gold, Though [G]
Cromwell's men were [A] plainer,
The [D] blood they [G] spilled was colour just [A] the same.
Through their droves [G] fragile gather, I [A] saw brother killing brother.
[G] And all of [A] this done in [D] Jesus' name. _
_ Red and gold [Em] are royal [A]
colours,
_ [Bm] Vast and colours [G] of green and [A] brown.
_ Green is [G] the corn and [D] the brown earth where [Bm] it's growing.
_ _ [G] Red and bulk [D] [A] when the harvest is cut [D] down.
_ _ For that day and [G] all the next, the battle it was [A] raging,
Though in [D] darkness came, [A] I slipped away.
_ But the crying [G] of the dying [A] kept me wakeful [D] and just lying [G] in my bed,
[A] Until the dawning [D] of the day.
_ [A] And the dreams I had were red [D] and gold,
_ [G] And the little [D] stream became a [A] flood.
_ From [D] all my [G] brothers [D] killing one [Bm] another,
[A] [G] Till waking [D] I realised that [A] it's all my own dear [D] blood.
_ _ _ [Em] _
_ [A] _ _ [C#] _ _ [A] _ [G] _ _
[A] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
Now some were [Em] buried in the church, [G] and some just where [A] they fell,
[F#m] With no markers to [G] declare their place [A] of rest. _
But the poppies they [G] do grow, [A] where they were never [D] sown.
[G] To my mind they do [D] declare it best. _ _
And each year when the [Em] green corn once again [G] turns [A] into gold,
And the [F#m] poppies in their [G] fields again remind [A] me,
Like this scar upon [G] my hand [A] of the blood spilled on the [D] land,
Of the hungry earth [A] so eager to [D] confine me. _
Gold and gold, [E] they are [A] the colours,
One is blood [G] and one [A] is power,
[F#m] Though I may [G] find my rest [D] in Cropra [Bm] the church.
_ _ _ [A] _ [G] In golden [D] fields forever will string the poppy flower, _ _ _ _
_ _ By Cropra de heath [E] the chervil is [G] still bitten to keep [A] flowing,
[F#m] And the willows by its [G] side still [A] gently weep.
_ [F#m] And still in restless [G] dreams, [A] by this most peaceful [D] stream,
Poppies wake [A] me from my [D] rightful sleep.
_ [A] And the dreams I have are [D] red and gold,
[G] And the little [D] stream [A] becomes a flood,
_ [D] From all [G] my brothers [D]
killing [Bm] one another,
_ [G] Till beginning [D] I realize [A] that it's all my own [D] dear blood.
_ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ [Bm] _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [D] _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ [B] _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [A] _ [G] _ _
_ [A] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _