Chords for Karliene - Lament for Boromir

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_ _ _ _ _ O'er the hand [Bbm] of a [Ab] fern and field, [N] where the long grass grows,
the [Ebm]
[Bbm] west wind comes [Fm] walking, and about the walls it [C] goes.
What news from the west, [Bbm] O wandering wind, [Dbm] do you bring to me [Ab] tonight?
[Bb] Have you seen _ Boremeer, [Ab] that's tall by moon or by [Bbm] starlight?
_ [Ab] I [Bb] saw him ride [Ab] over seven [Gb] [Eb] streams, over [Bbm] waters [Db] wide [Gb] and grey.
_ [Bb] I saw him walk [Ab] in [Gb] empty lands, [Eb] until [Ab] he passed [Bbm] away.
_ [Gb] Into the [Bbm] shadows of the North, [Abm] I saw him and [Db] no more.
[Gb] The North wind [Bbm] may have heard the horn [Ab] of the son of _ [Bbm] _ Denethor.
_ [Gb] O Boremeer, from [Bbm] the high walls [Ab] westward I looked [Gb] _ afar.
But you came not from [Bb] the empty lands [Abm] where no [Bbm] men are. _ _ _ _
_ From the mouth of the sea, [Ab] the South [Gb] wind blasts, [Eb] from the sand [Bbm] hills and [Ebm] the stones.
[Ab] The [Bb] wailing of [Ab] the gulls [Gb] it bears, [Ebm] and at [Ab] the gate [Eb] it moans.
_ [Gb] What news from the South, [Bbm] O sighing wind, [Ab] do you bring to me [Db] at ear?
_ [Gb] Where now is _ Boremeer?
The [Ebm] fair he [Abm] tarries and [Bb] I grieve.
_ [Eb] Ask [Bb] not of me [Ab] where he [Gb] doth dwell, [Eb] so many [Db] bones [Ebm] there lie.
On [Bb] the white shores, [Ab] on the dark [Gb] shores, [Eb] under [Ab] the [Bb] stormy sky.
_ [Gb] _ _ _ _ _ [Bbm] The _ _ [Ab] _ _ flowing [Gb] [Db] sea.
_ [Gb] Ask of the North [Bbm] wind news of them, [Ab] the North wind stands [Bb] to me.
[Gb] O _ Boremeer, [Bbm] beyond the gates [Ab] the seaward road [Db] runs south.
_ [Gb] But you came not with [Bbm] the wailing gulls [Ab] from the grey _ [Bbm] sea's mouth.
_ _ _ _ [Ab] From [Bbm] the gates of Cain's [Ab] the North wind [Db] rides [Eb] and past [Db] the roaring [Ab] falls.
[Gb] _ [Bb] And clear and cold [Ab] about [Db] the tower [Eb] its loud [Ab] horn [Bb] calls.
_ [Gb] What news from the North, [Bbm] O mighty wind, [Abm] do you bring to me _ [Gb] today?
_ What news of _ [Bb] Boremeer, the bold, [Ab] for he is long [Bb] away?
_ [Ab] Neath [Bbm]
Ammon hand [Abm] I heard his [Gb] cry, [Eb] many [Bbm] foes he [Ebm] fought.
_ [Db] [Bb] His cloven shield, [Ab] his broken [Gb] sword, [Ebm] they to [Ab] the water [Bb] brought.
_ [Gb] His head so proud, [Bbm] his face so fair, [Ab] his limbs they laid [Db] to rest.
_ [Gb] And Rauros' golden [Bbm] Rauros' falls [Abm] bore him upon his [Bbm] breast.
_ [Gb] O _ Boremeer, the [Bbm] tower of God, [Ab] shall ever the Northward [Gb] gaze.
_ To Rauros' golden [Bbm] Rauros' [Ab] falls until the end [Bb] of days.
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