Chords for Lonely Mountain Band - Durin's Awakening Song
Tempo:
84.25 bpm
Chords used:
B
Eb
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Ab
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Ebm]
[B] [Eb]
[B] [Eb]
[Ebm]
The world was young, the mountains green, No stain yet on the moon or sea,
The words were laid on silly moss stone, [Eb] Where dirt and woe and wars [Ebm] all alone.
He named them nameless hills and vales, He drank from yet untasted [B] wells,
He stooped and looked and merely, [Eb] And saw a crown of stars [B] appear,
As gems upon a silver [Ebm] frame, Above [Eb] the shadow of his [Ebm] head.
The world was fair, the mountains tall, In elder days before the [B] fall,
Of mighty kings in [Eb] Nagathrond, And Gondolin who now [B] beyond,
The western seas had passed away, [Eb] The world was fair in [Ebm] Durin's day.
A king he was on [Bb] Carpenthrum, In many pillars, halls of [B] stone,
With golden roof and silver floor, [Eb] And runes of power upon the door,
[B] The light of sun and star and moon, [Ab] In shining lamps of crystal hewn,
[Gb]
Undimmed by cloud or shade of night, [Ab] They shone forever far [Ebm] and bright.
[Eb] [Ab] [Db]
[B]
[Ebm] Their hammer o'er the anvil [Gb] smote, Their chisel clove and grave [B] o'er oat,
Their forge was gleam and slum [Eb] was stilt, Their till from high the mason [B] built,
Their pearl and pearl and marble [Eb] pelt, And settled the rock like fishes [B] bell,
Rocks were engrossed with sacks and [Ebm] sword, And shining spires were laid in old.
Under weary bed where Durin sloughed, Beneath the mountains music wove,
[B] The harpers hopped, the mitchel [Eb] sang, And at the gates the trumpets [Ebm] rang.
The world is grey, the mountains old, The forge is fire, the session cold,
[B] No harper's rung, no hammer falls, [Eb] The darkness dwells in Durin's halls,
[B] The shadow lies upon his tomb, [Eb] In Moria, in Khazad-dûm.
[Ebm]
But still there's something stars [Bb] appear, In darkened wind this middle [B] ne'er,
Their lies is crowned and watered deep, [Eb] Till Durin wakes again [B] from sleep.
[Eb] Till Durin wakes from [Ebm] sleep.
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[Eb] [B]
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[Ab]
[B] [Ab] [Eb]
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[Ab] [B]
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[Ebm]
The world was young, the mountains green, No stain yet on the moon or sea,
The words were laid on silly moss stone, [Eb] Where dirt and woe and wars [Ebm] all alone.
He named them nameless hills and vales, He drank from yet untasted [B] wells,
He stooped and looked and merely, [Eb] And saw a crown of stars [B] appear,
As gems upon a silver [Ebm] frame, Above [Eb] the shadow of his [Ebm] head.
The world was fair, the mountains tall, In elder days before the [B] fall,
Of mighty kings in [Eb] Nagathrond, And Gondolin who now [B] beyond,
The western seas had passed away, [Eb] The world was fair in [Ebm] Durin's day.
A king he was on [Bb] Carpenthrum, In many pillars, halls of [B] stone,
With golden roof and silver floor, [Eb] And runes of power upon the door,
[B] The light of sun and star and moon, [Ab] In shining lamps of crystal hewn,
[Gb]
Undimmed by cloud or shade of night, [Ab] They shone forever far [Ebm] and bright.
[Eb] [Ab] [Db]
[B]
[Ebm] Their hammer o'er the anvil [Gb] smote, Their chisel clove and grave [B] o'er oat,
Their forge was gleam and slum [Eb] was stilt, Their till from high the mason [B] built,
Their pearl and pearl and marble [Eb] pelt, And settled the rock like fishes [B] bell,
Rocks were engrossed with sacks and [Ebm] sword, And shining spires were laid in old.
Under weary bed where Durin sloughed, Beneath the mountains music wove,
[B] The harpers hopped, the mitchel [Eb] sang, And at the gates the trumpets [Ebm] rang.
The world is grey, the mountains old, The forge is fire, the session cold,
[B] No harper's rung, no hammer falls, [Eb] The darkness dwells in Durin's halls,
[B] The shadow lies upon his tomb, [Eb] In Moria, in Khazad-dûm.
[Ebm]
But still there's something stars [Bb] appear, In darkened wind this middle [B] ne'er,
Their lies is crowned and watered deep, [Eb] Till Durin wakes again [B] from sleep.
[Eb] Till Durin wakes from [Ebm] sleep.
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Key:
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The world was young, the mountains green, No stain yet on the moon or sea,
The words were laid on silly moss stone, [Eb] Where dirt and woe and wars [Ebm] all alone. _ _ _ _ _
He named them nameless hills and vales, He drank from yet untasted [B] wells,
He stooped and looked and merely, [Eb] And saw a crown of stars [B] appear,
As gems upon a silver [Ebm] frame, Above [Eb] the shadow of his [Ebm] head. _ _ _ _ _
The world was fair, the mountains tall, In elder days before the [B] fall,
Of mighty kings in [Eb] Nagathrond, And Gondolin who now [B] beyond,
The western seas had passed away, [Eb] The world was fair in [Ebm] Durin's day.
_ _ _ _ _ A king he was on [Bb] Carpenthrum, In many pillars, halls of [B] stone,
With golden roof and silver floor, [Eb] And runes of power upon the door,
[B] The light of sun and star and moon, [Ab] In shining lamps of crystal hewn,
[Gb]
Undimmed by cloud or shade of night, [Ab] They shone forever far [Ebm] and bright. _ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ [Db] _
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[Ebm] Their hammer o'er the anvil [Gb] smote, Their chisel clove and grave [B] o'er oat,
Their forge was gleam and slum [Eb] was stilt, Their till from high the mason [B] built,
Their pearl and pearl and marble [Eb] pelt, And settled the rock like fishes [B] bell,
Rocks were engrossed with sacks and [Ebm] sword, And shining spires were laid in old. _ _ _ _ _
Under weary bed where Durin sloughed, Beneath the mountains music wove,
[B] The harpers hopped, the mitchel [Eb] sang, And at the gates the trumpets [Ebm] rang. _ _ _ _ _
The world is grey, the mountains old, The forge is fire, the session cold,
[B] No harper's rung, no hammer falls, [Eb] The darkness dwells in Durin's halls,
[B] The shadow lies upon his tomb, [Eb] In Moria, in Khazad-dûm.
[Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
But still there's something stars [Bb] appear, In darkened wind this middle [B] ne'er,
Their lies is crowned and watered deep, [Eb] Till Durin wakes again [B] from sleep.
_ _ [Eb] Till Durin wakes from [Ebm] sleep. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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The world was young, the mountains green, No stain yet on the moon or sea,
The words were laid on silly moss stone, [Eb] Where dirt and woe and wars [Ebm] all alone. _ _ _ _ _
He named them nameless hills and vales, He drank from yet untasted [B] wells,
He stooped and looked and merely, [Eb] And saw a crown of stars [B] appear,
As gems upon a silver [Ebm] frame, Above [Eb] the shadow of his [Ebm] head. _ _ _ _ _
The world was fair, the mountains tall, In elder days before the [B] fall,
Of mighty kings in [Eb] Nagathrond, And Gondolin who now [B] beyond,
The western seas had passed away, [Eb] The world was fair in [Ebm] Durin's day.
_ _ _ _ _ A king he was on [Bb] Carpenthrum, In many pillars, halls of [B] stone,
With golden roof and silver floor, [Eb] And runes of power upon the door,
[B] The light of sun and star and moon, [Ab] In shining lamps of crystal hewn,
[Gb]
Undimmed by cloud or shade of night, [Ab] They shone forever far [Ebm] and bright. _ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ [Db] _
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[Ebm] Their hammer o'er the anvil [Gb] smote, Their chisel clove and grave [B] o'er oat,
Their forge was gleam and slum [Eb] was stilt, Their till from high the mason [B] built,
Their pearl and pearl and marble [Eb] pelt, And settled the rock like fishes [B] bell,
Rocks were engrossed with sacks and [Ebm] sword, And shining spires were laid in old. _ _ _ _ _
Under weary bed where Durin sloughed, Beneath the mountains music wove,
[B] The harpers hopped, the mitchel [Eb] sang, And at the gates the trumpets [Ebm] rang. _ _ _ _ _
The world is grey, the mountains old, The forge is fire, the session cold,
[B] No harper's rung, no hammer falls, [Eb] The darkness dwells in Durin's halls,
[B] The shadow lies upon his tomb, [Eb] In Moria, in Khazad-dûm.
[Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
But still there's something stars [Bb] appear, In darkened wind this middle [B] ne'er,
Their lies is crowned and watered deep, [Eb] Till Durin wakes again [B] from sleep.
_ _ [Eb] Till Durin wakes from [Ebm] sleep. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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