Do You Think That I Do Not Know Chords by Priscilla Herdman
Tempo:
132.65 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
F
Gm
Eb
Cm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[N] Unacquainted [A] love is probably the most popular theme in the folk song and it's seldom more
poignantly stated than in the question from Priscilla Howardwin, Do you think that I [Bb] do not know?
They say that I never [Gm] have written of [Bb] love as a writer of [F] song should do.
They say that I never could touch the strings with a touch that is firm [Bb] and true.
They say I know nothing of women and men in the fields where [Eb] love's roses grow.
I [Cm] must write, they say, with [Bb] a [Gm] halting pen.
Do you think that I [F] do [Bb] not know?
My love burst came like [Gm] an English spring in the [Bb] days when our hair [F] was brown.
[Bb] And the [F] hem of her skirt was a sacred thing and her hair was an [Bb] angel's crown.
The shock when another man touched her arm where the dancers sat [Eb] in a row.
[Cm] The hope and despair and the [Bb] false alarm.
Do [Cm] you think that [F] I do not [Bb] know?
By the over lights on [Gm] the western [Bb] farms you remember the question [F] board.
While you held her warm in your quivering arms and you trembled from [Bb] head to foot.
The electric shock from her fingertips and the murmuring answer, [Eb] lo!
The [Cm] soft, shy yielding of [Bb]
warm red lips.
Do [Eb] you think that [F] I do [Bb] not know?
[Gm]
[Bb]
[F]
[Bb]
[Gm]
[Bb]
[Eb] [Cm]
[Bb]
[Gm]
[Bb] She was buried at Brighton [Gm] where [Bb] Gordon sleeps when I was a world [F] away.
And the sad old garden its secret keeps for nobody [Bb]
knows today.
She left a message for me to read where the wild wide [Eb] oceans flow.
[Cm] Do you know how the heart of a [Bb] man [Gm] can bleed?
[Eb] Do you think [F] that I do not [Bb] know?
I stood by the grave [Gm] where the dead [Bb] girl lies when the sunlit sea was fair.
[F] Neath white clouds high in the autumn skies I answered the message [Bb] there.
But the haunting words of the dead to me shall go wherever [Eb] I go.
[Cm] She lives in the marriage [Bb] that might have been.
[Gm] Do you think [F] that I do [Bb] not know?
[Gm]
[Eb] Do you [F] think that I do [Eb] not know?
[Bb]
Well, there's just no answer to that.
Priscilla
poignantly stated than in the question from Priscilla Howardwin, Do you think that I [Bb] do not know?
They say that I never [Gm] have written of [Bb] love as a writer of [F] song should do.
They say that I never could touch the strings with a touch that is firm [Bb] and true.
They say I know nothing of women and men in the fields where [Eb] love's roses grow.
I [Cm] must write, they say, with [Bb] a [Gm] halting pen.
Do you think that I [F] do [Bb] not know?
My love burst came like [Gm] an English spring in the [Bb] days when our hair [F] was brown.
[Bb] And the [F] hem of her skirt was a sacred thing and her hair was an [Bb] angel's crown.
The shock when another man touched her arm where the dancers sat [Eb] in a row.
[Cm] The hope and despair and the [Bb] false alarm.
Do [Cm] you think that [F] I do not [Bb] know?
By the over lights on [Gm] the western [Bb] farms you remember the question [F] board.
While you held her warm in your quivering arms and you trembled from [Bb] head to foot.
The electric shock from her fingertips and the murmuring answer, [Eb] lo!
The [Cm] soft, shy yielding of [Bb]
warm red lips.
Do [Eb] you think that [F] I do [Bb] not know?
[Gm]
[Bb]
[F]
[Bb]
[Gm]
[Bb]
[Eb] [Cm]
[Bb]
[Gm]
[Bb] She was buried at Brighton [Gm] where [Bb] Gordon sleeps when I was a world [F] away.
And the sad old garden its secret keeps for nobody [Bb]
knows today.
She left a message for me to read where the wild wide [Eb] oceans flow.
[Cm] Do you know how the heart of a [Bb] man [Gm] can bleed?
[Eb] Do you think [F] that I do not [Bb] know?
I stood by the grave [Gm] where the dead [Bb] girl lies when the sunlit sea was fair.
[F] Neath white clouds high in the autumn skies I answered the message [Bb] there.
But the haunting words of the dead to me shall go wherever [Eb] I go.
[Cm] She lives in the marriage [Bb] that might have been.
[Gm] Do you think [F] that I do [Bb] not know?
[Gm]
[Eb] Do you [F] think that I do [Eb] not know?
[Bb]
Well, there's just no answer to that.
Priscilla
Key:
Bb
F
Gm
Eb
Cm
Bb
F
Gm
[N] _ _ Unacquainted [A] love is probably the most popular theme in the folk song and it's seldom more
poignantly stated than in the question from Priscilla Howardwin, Do you think that I [Bb] do not know?
_ They say that I never [Gm] have written of [Bb] love as a writer of [F] song should do.
_ They say that I never could touch the strings with a touch that is firm [Bb] and true.
_ _ They say I know nothing of women and men in the fields where [Eb] love's roses grow.
_ _ _ I [Cm] must write, they say, with [Bb] a [Gm] halting pen.
Do you think that I [F] do [Bb] not know?
_ _ _ My love burst came like [Gm] an English _ spring in the [Bb] _ days when our hair [F] was brown.
_ _ _ [Bb] And the [F] hem of her skirt was a sacred thing and her hair was an _ [Bb] angel's crown.
_ _ The shock when another man touched her arm where the dancers _ sat [Eb] in a row.
_ _ _ [Cm] The hope and despair and the [Bb] _ false alarm.
Do [Cm] you think that [F] I do not [Bb] know?
_ _ _ By the over lights on [Gm] the western [Bb] _ farms you remember the question _ _ [F] board.
_ _ While you held her warm in your quivering arms and you trembled from [Bb] head to _ _ foot. _
The electric shock from her _ fingertips _ and the _ murmuring answer, [Eb] lo! _ _ _
The [Cm] soft, shy yielding of [Bb]
warm red lips.
Do [Eb] you think that [F] I do [Bb] not know? _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ She was buried at Brighton [Gm] where _ [Bb] Gordon sleeps when I was a world [F] _ away.
_ _ And the sad old garden its secret keeps for nobody _ [Bb] _
knows today. _ _ _ _
She left a message for me to read where the wild wide [Eb] oceans flow.
_ _ [Cm] Do you know how the heart of a [Bb] man [Gm] can bleed?
[Eb] Do you think [F] that I do not [Bb] know?
_ _ _ I stood by the grave [Gm] where the dead [Bb] girl lies when the sunlit sea was fair.
[F] _ _ Neath white clouds high in the autumn skies I answered the message _ [Bb] there.
_ _ But the haunting words of the dead to me shall go _ wherever [Eb] I _ go. _
[Cm] She lives in the marriage [Bb] that might have been.
[Gm] Do you think [F] that I do [Bb] not know?
_ [Gm] _ _
[Eb] Do you [F] think that I do [Eb] not know?
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Well, there's just no answer to that.
Priscilla
poignantly stated than in the question from Priscilla Howardwin, Do you think that I [Bb] do not know?
_ They say that I never [Gm] have written of [Bb] love as a writer of [F] song should do.
_ They say that I never could touch the strings with a touch that is firm [Bb] and true.
_ _ They say I know nothing of women and men in the fields where [Eb] love's roses grow.
_ _ _ I [Cm] must write, they say, with [Bb] a [Gm] halting pen.
Do you think that I [F] do [Bb] not know?
_ _ _ My love burst came like [Gm] an English _ spring in the [Bb] _ days when our hair [F] was brown.
_ _ _ [Bb] And the [F] hem of her skirt was a sacred thing and her hair was an _ [Bb] angel's crown.
_ _ The shock when another man touched her arm where the dancers _ sat [Eb] in a row.
_ _ _ [Cm] The hope and despair and the [Bb] _ false alarm.
Do [Cm] you think that [F] I do not [Bb] know?
_ _ _ By the over lights on [Gm] the western [Bb] _ farms you remember the question _ _ [F] board.
_ _ While you held her warm in your quivering arms and you trembled from [Bb] head to _ _ foot. _
The electric shock from her _ fingertips _ and the _ murmuring answer, [Eb] lo! _ _ _
The [Cm] soft, shy yielding of [Bb]
warm red lips.
Do [Eb] you think that [F] I do [Bb] not know? _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ She was buried at Brighton [Gm] where _ [Bb] Gordon sleeps when I was a world [F] _ away.
_ _ And the sad old garden its secret keeps for nobody _ [Bb] _
knows today. _ _ _ _
She left a message for me to read where the wild wide [Eb] oceans flow.
_ _ [Cm] Do you know how the heart of a [Bb] man [Gm] can bleed?
[Eb] Do you think [F] that I do not [Bb] know?
_ _ _ I stood by the grave [Gm] where the dead [Bb] girl lies when the sunlit sea was fair.
[F] _ _ Neath white clouds high in the autumn skies I answered the message _ [Bb] there.
_ _ But the haunting words of the dead to me shall go _ wherever [Eb] I _ go. _
[Cm] She lives in the marriage [Bb] that might have been.
[Gm] Do you think [F] that I do [Bb] not know?
_ [Gm] _ _
[Eb] Do you [F] think that I do [Eb] not know?
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Well, there's just no answer to that.
Priscilla