Chords for Pipes Of Pan - Damh The Bard

[C] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Can you hear [Am] the distant thunder?
[C] _ Can you [Em] see the moon in [C] the sky?
I can see [Am] a full horizon,
[C] _ the sun rays in his eye.
_ [G] _
[Am] _ Arms lifted [Em] to greet the dawn,
[F] as fiery eyes of [Am] wisdom shine.
A _
[Dm] _ father dead, [Em] a son of sun,
[F] a tear wiped away [G] with a smile. _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] All of my life I [Am] have seen many [Em] offering
to [F] the gods and [G] all the wonder that [C] they hold,
but how many people [Am] really can hear the pipes [Em] of pan, _
[F] as they sound across [G] our sacred [C] land of old. _ _
_ _ _ _ I can see [Am]
a cloven hoof forming
[C] on the bare skin of [Em] the earth.
_ _ [C] I can see _
[Am] life returning,
_ [C] _ feel the triple one's rebirth.
_ _ _ [Am] _ Golden light [Em] dapples across the woodland,
[F] as the piper dances and places [Am] _ tune.
_ [Dm] _ And the hunter [Em] horned one,
_ [F] spirit of man [G] to the moon. _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] All of my life I [Am] have seen many [Em] offerings
_ to [F] the gods and [G] all the wonder that [C] they hold,
but how many people [Am] really can hear the pipes [Em] of pan,
_ [F] as they sound across [G] our sacred [C] land of old. _ _ _ _ _ _
Can you hear [Am] the pipes of pan
[C] on the warm [Em] summer breeze?
If [C] you can, can you feel him [Am] deep within you
[C] _ as he penetrates the land, _ _
[Am] may blossom [Em] to the bee,
[F] the nectar of love is on [Am] her skin. _ _
[Dm] _ Heat returns [Em] as passions rise and [F] Beltane's dance begins.
_ [G] Once again, _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] all of my life I [Am] have seen many [Em] offerings _
[F] to the gods and all [G] the wonder that [C] they hold,
but how many people really [Am] can hear the pipes [Em] of pan, _
[F] as they sound across [G] our sacred [C] land of old.
All of my life I [Am] have seen many [Em] offerings _
[F] to the gods and all [G] the wonder that [C] they hold,
but how many people really [Am] can hear the pipes [Em] of pan, _
[F] as they sound across [G] our sacred [C] land of old. _ _
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