Festival Wind Chords by Heather Alexander

Ladies and gentlemen, Heather Alexander! _
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_ _ _ _ _ My Lords and Ladies, _ Dukes and Duchesses, Counts, Countesses, Knights, Forresters and
Privateers, _ welcome to the musical world of the Heatherlands.
Hope you all enjoy yourself this evening, I know I am having a good time tonight.
We're going to do a lot of fun songs, travelling songs and festival tunes.
This particular song is the title cut and it was written for the album being as that
most of my songs are the songs that you hear me sing at the festivals.
And you know, the festival performers, it's our job to make it look easy to you.
And what you don't see is the panic at the beginning of the year.
What you don't see is February, early February.
The entertainers will walk outside their house and there will be a tug on their hair and
a tweak on their ear and things will start acting funny and being strange around them.
You know, out of the corner of your eye you'll think you see a little frog doing a jig or
the cattle start laughing and telling jokes behind your back.
Or the dog walks by and whistles a tune.
_ These things are signs to the entertainers.
It makes us realize that the festival wind is about to blow.
And that means that we're going to be running at this point.
The festivals are going to start and we're going to just be gone now.
Every weekend we're going to be off doing something somewhere, somehow.
So we go running back into our house and there's this big kaboom!
What happens is what that is is the costume bomb.
_ _ The costume bomb goes off.
Costumes go flying everywhere.
It's like, what did I do with this?
What did I do with that?
Where's the feather from my hat?
Oh, that's right, I gave it to the king.
All my tankard, I broke my tankard and I fell off the bar stool the other night.
So I, da, da, da, da.
So we all have to go running around cleaning our costumes, replacing our hardware, and
then packing it all and getting it ready for the big long season.
So this is what this song's about.
It's about the trials and tribulations of the entertainers' life.
First thing in February.
It's called the Festival Wind.
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_ _ _ _ _ The sun [A] comes up and it starts the [G] day, so I grab a cup of my favorite [A] tea, and I cross
the creek where the crawdads play in [G] their watery [B] home.
The weasel whistles and the herons hum, [G] and the pixie pirouettes upon my thumb, [D] so I know
that the [A] day has finally [G] come.
It's time to [A] [D] rum.
Pack our bags, harness the horses, for the frog just danced, [F#] the cat just [A] grinned.
I've now heard from reliable sources that we're bound out on the Festival _ _ Wind.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ A belt, a [A] brooch, and a cloak of [G] wool, and a tin cup knife, and [A] a wooden bull, and some
sweet poutine in a crushkin [G] for what we'll need.
Wrapped up tight in the family plate are the grins and giggles [A] of the games we've played,
and they're all dressed up in the tools [G] of trade to earn [A] our feed.
Pack our bags, harness the horses, for the frog just [G] danced, the [A] cat just grinned.
[A] I've now heard from reliable sources that [D] we're bound out on the Festival Wind.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ We bless the [A] cottage as we [G] depart, with Dobbin and Maggie to pull our [D] cart for the shore,
[A] afoot and stout of [G] heart and strong [A] of will.
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As we move out in the light spring [G] rain, the roads turn rough and the horses strain, but
the laughter's sure then to ease the pain.
As we push _ [A] uphill, pack our bags, [G#] harness the [A] horses, for the frog just danced, the
cat just grinned.
I've now heard from reliable sources that we're [G] bound out [A] on the Festival [G] Wind.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ When the day is [A] done and the moon has [G] smiled, and the starlight's gotten us both [A] beguiled,
and the fairies dance, the magic's [G] wild on a night like this.
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We dream of fancies that we would [G] seek, and the wishes, dear, that [A] we dare [D] not speak,
and perchance [A] to feel them upon [G] the cheek, a midnight [A] kiss.
Pack our bags, harness the [D] horses, for the frog just [G] danced, the cat just [A] grinned.
I've now heard from reliable sources that we're bound out on the [D] Festival [Em] Wind.
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When [C] we [D] arrive at the village [C] fair, [C] penance and [D] ribbons bright [C] fill the [D] air.
[C] Blacksmith, [A] hustler, and taker are there, [D] _
[C] magic and [G] music extraordinary.
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Pack our bags, harness the horses, for the frog just danced, the cat just grinned.
I've now heard from reliable sources that we're bound [Am] out on the [G] Festival Wind.
[A] Pack our [Em] bags, harness the horses, for the frog just [G] danced, the cat just grinned.
I've now [Em] heard from reliable sources that [G] we're bound out on the Festival [D] Wind.
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