Chords for Jeff Buckley - Ulalume

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_ _ [E] _ The skies they were ashen and sober, the leaves they were crispet and sear,
the leaves they were withering and sear. _
_ It was night in the lonesome October of my most immemorial year.
_ _ It was hard by the dim lake of Arbor in the misty mid-region of Weir.
It was down by the dank tarn of Arbor in the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
_ _ _ Here once through an alley titanic of cypress I roamed with my soul,
of cypress with psyche and soul. _
_ These were days when my heart was volcanic as the Scoriac rivers that roll,
as the lavas that restlessly roll,
their sulfurous currents down Yannick and the ultimate climbs of the Pole
[E] that groan as they roll down Mount Yannick in the realms of the boreal pole.
_ _ _ Our talk had been serious and sober, but our thoughts they were palsied and sear,
our memories were treacherous and sear,
for we knew not the month was October, and we marked not the night of the year.
Ah, night of all nights in the year!
We noted not the dim lake of Arbor, though once we had journeyed down here.
We remembered not the dank tarn of Arbor, nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
_ And now as the night was senescent and stardials pointed to morn,
as the stardials hinted of morn,
at the end of our path a liquefacent and nebulous luster was born,
out of which a miraculous crescent arose with a duplicate horn.
_ _ _ A startes bediamonded crescent, distinct with its duplicate horn.
And I said, she is warmer than Diane.
She rolls through an ether of sighs.
She revels in a region of sighs.
She has seen that the tears are not dry on these [Em] cheeks, where the worm never dies,
and has [E] come past the stars of the lion to point us the path to the skies,
to the lithium piece of the skies.
Come up in despite of the lion to shine on us with her bright eyes.
Come up through the lair of the lion with love in her luminous eyes.
But Psyche, uplifting her finger, said,
Sadly this star I mistrust, her pallor I strangely mistrust.
Ah, hasten!
Ah, let us not linger!
Ah, fly!
Let us fly, for we must!
In terror she spoke, letting sink her wings until they trailed in the dust.
In agony sobbed, letting sink her plumes till they trailed in the dust,
till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust.
_ I replied, this is nothing but dreaming.
Let us on by this tremulous light.
[Em] Let us bathe in this crystalline light.
Its sybillic splendor is beaming with hope and in [E] beauty tonight.
See, it flickers up the sky through the night.
Ah, we safely may trust to its gleaming and be sure it will lead us aright.
We surely may trust to a gleaming that cannot but guide us aright,
since it flickers up to heaven through the night.
_ _ Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her and tempted her out of her gloom
and conquered her scruples and gloom, and we passed to the end of the vista,
but were stopped by the door of a tomb, by the door of a legended tomb.
And I said, what is written, sweet sister, on the door of this legended tomb?
She replied, Ulalum, [Em]
Ulalum.
[E] Just as devolt as I lost Ulalum, _ _ then my heart, it grew ashen and sober,
as the leaves that were crispet and seared, as the leaves that were withering and seared.
Then I cried, it was surely October, on this very night of last year,
that I journeyed, I journeyed down here, that I brought a dread burden [B] down here,
on this night of all nights [Em] in the year.
Ah, [E] what demon has tempted me here? _
_ Well, I know now this dim lake of Arbor, this misty mid-region of Weir.
Well, I know now this dank tarn of Arbor, this ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
Said we then, the two then, ah, can it have been that the woodlandish ghouls,
the pitiful, the merciful ghouls, to bar up our way and to ban it
from the secret that lies in these woods, from the [B] thing that lies hidden in these woods,
have drawn up the spectre of a planet from the limbo of lunary souls,
this sinfully scintillant planet from the hell of the planetary souls?
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