Chords for Mario Lanza Song of India 1953 (HQ)
Tempo:
100.425 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
Db
Abm
Fm
Dbm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Abm]
And [Ab]
still the snowy [Fm] Himalayas rise, In ancient [Ab] majesty before our [Db]
eyes,
[Dbm] above the [Ab] pines, While through the ever never changing land,
[Ab] silently as any native [Db] bird, That moves at night, [Dbm] the [Ab] Ganges shines.
Then I [Abm] hear the song, that [Ab] only India can sing,
Softer [Abm] than the
And [Ab]
still the snowy [Fm] Himalayas rise, In ancient [Ab] majesty before our [Db]
eyes,
[Dbm] above the [Ab] pines, While through the ever never changing land,
[Ab] silently as any native [Db] bird, That moves at night, [Dbm] the [Ab] Ganges shines.
Then I [Abm] hear the song, that [Ab] only India can sing,
Softer [Abm] than the
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [Abm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ And [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ still the snowy [Fm] _ Himalayas rise, _ _ In ancient [Ab] majesty before our [Db]
eyes,
_ Beyond [Ab] the _ [Db] plains, [Dbm] above the _ _ _ _ [Ab] pines, While through the ever never changing _ land,
[Fm] As [Ab] silently as any native [Db] _ bird, That moves at _ night, [Dbm] the [Ab] Ganges _ _ _ shines.
_ _ Then _ _ I [Abm] hear the _ _ song, that [Ab] only _ _ India can _ _ sing,
_ _ _ _ Softer [Abm] than the _
_ [E] plumage on [Ab] a _ black raven's [Bb] _ _ wing.
I, _ [Ab] upon a minaret I stand, And gaze across the desert _ sand,
Upon an old enchanted land, _ _ _ As the Maharaja's caravan,
_ Unfolding like a painted fan, How small the little race of man.
_ _ [Fm] See _ _ them [Ab] all parade, _ _ across the _ _ _ _ _ _ ages, _ [Db] _ _ _ Armies, [Dbm] kings and slaves,
_ From [Ab] history's _ _ _ _ pages, _ _ _ [Abm] _
_ Played on one of _ [Eb] _ _
[Ab] nature's vastest _ _ _ stages.
_ _ _ _ _ The turbans, Sikhs and beggars, [Fm] line the streets, _
While holy men, [Ab] in shadowed calm retreat,
_ [Db] _ _ Pray through the _ night, _ and [Dbm] watch the [Ab] _ stars. _ _ _ _
A lonely plane [Fm] flies off to meet the _ dawn, While down below [Ab] the busy life goes [Db] _ on,
And women _ _ prowl the [Eb] old _ _ _ [Ab] bazaars. _
All _ are [Abm] in the _ song, that only [Ab] _ _ India can _ _ sing, _ _ _ _
India, [Bb] the _ jewel [Dbm] _ _
_ of _ [Ab] ease. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ And [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ still the snowy [Fm] _ Himalayas rise, _ _ In ancient [Ab] majesty before our [Db]
eyes,
_ Beyond [Ab] the _ [Db] plains, [Dbm] above the _ _ _ _ [Ab] pines, While through the ever never changing _ land,
[Fm] As [Ab] silently as any native [Db] _ bird, That moves at _ night, [Dbm] the [Ab] Ganges _ _ _ shines.
_ _ Then _ _ I [Abm] hear the _ _ song, that [Ab] only _ _ India can _ _ sing,
_ _ _ _ Softer [Abm] than the _
_ [E] plumage on [Ab] a _ black raven's [Bb] _ _ wing.
I, _ [Ab] upon a minaret I stand, And gaze across the desert _ sand,
Upon an old enchanted land, _ _ _ As the Maharaja's caravan,
_ Unfolding like a painted fan, How small the little race of man.
_ _ [Fm] See _ _ them [Ab] all parade, _ _ across the _ _ _ _ _ _ ages, _ [Db] _ _ _ Armies, [Dbm] kings and slaves,
_ From [Ab] history's _ _ _ _ pages, _ _ _ [Abm] _
_ Played on one of _ [Eb] _ _
[Ab] nature's vastest _ _ _ stages.
_ _ _ _ _ The turbans, Sikhs and beggars, [Fm] line the streets, _
While holy men, [Ab] in shadowed calm retreat,
_ [Db] _ _ Pray through the _ night, _ and [Dbm] watch the [Ab] _ stars. _ _ _ _
A lonely plane [Fm] flies off to meet the _ dawn, While down below [Ab] the busy life goes [Db] _ on,
And women _ _ prowl the [Eb] old _ _ _ [Ab] bazaars. _
All _ are [Abm] in the _ song, that only [Ab] _ _ India can _ _ sing, _ _ _ _
India, [Bb] the _ jewel [Dbm] _ _
_ of _ [Ab] ease. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _
