Chords for Richard Sheldon - The Pirates of Penzance - Sighing softly to the river
Tempo:
64.2 bpm
Chords used:
C
F
D
E
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
The Major General comes, [A] so quickly hide.
Yes, yes, the Major General comes.
Yes, yes, the Major General comes.
Yes, [E] yes, the Major General comes.
[D] Tormented with the anguish, dread [B] of awful unatone, [Dm] I lay upon my [B] sleeveless bed and tossed and turned and groan.
The man [Gm] who fights his conscience, ain't no ace at all in joys.
And as I [D] lay in bed awake, [A] I thought I heard a noise.
[D] He thought he heard a [E] noise.
Ha ha!
[D] No, all is still [E] in day long ill, my [C] mind is [Gm] set at ease.
So still the sea, it [Em] must have been, the [Bm] sighing of [C] the breeze.
Yes, [F] [C] even.
[F] Sighing [C] softly to the river comes [F] the darling breeze, setting [C] nature o'er the quiver, rustling [F] through the trees.
Through the [Am] trees.
And the broken, rippling measure, lust for very love, while the coffers [Gb] in their pleasure wave their arms [C] above.
Yes, the trees, though very loud, wave their heavy arms above.
Fiddler with the little river, pay thy loving [F] cross the meadow, heaven speed upon [G] the trees, may the looming [F]
[C] [F] heavenly be.
[C] Yes, the breeze [F] is [C] but a rover, wending [F] wings away, brook and powerful [C] moon of dove are sighing well [F] a day.
Well a day.
[Am] Of the doing [Am] and undoing that the road could [C] tell, when the breeze is out of the wind, look at me so well.
Shocking tales the road could tell, nobody can move so well.
Fiddling brook as he is over, for thy loving love's [F] a road, set the logs upon the trees, [C] courted by a fickle [Bb] priest.
[F] [G] [C]
[F] [Ab]
Yes, yes, the Major General comes.
Yes, yes, the Major General comes.
Yes, [E] yes, the Major General comes.
[D] Tormented with the anguish, dread [B] of awful unatone, [Dm] I lay upon my [B] sleeveless bed and tossed and turned and groan.
The man [Gm] who fights his conscience, ain't no ace at all in joys.
And as I [D] lay in bed awake, [A] I thought I heard a noise.
[D] He thought he heard a [E] noise.
Ha ha!
[D] No, all is still [E] in day long ill, my [C] mind is [Gm] set at ease.
So still the sea, it [Em] must have been, the [Bm] sighing of [C] the breeze.
Yes, [F] [C] even.
[F] Sighing [C] softly to the river comes [F] the darling breeze, setting [C] nature o'er the quiver, rustling [F] through the trees.
Through the [Am] trees.
And the broken, rippling measure, lust for very love, while the coffers [Gb] in their pleasure wave their arms [C] above.
Yes, the trees, though very loud, wave their heavy arms above.
Fiddler with the little river, pay thy loving [F] cross the meadow, heaven speed upon [G] the trees, may the looming [F]
[C] [F] heavenly be.
[C] Yes, the breeze [F] is [C] but a rover, wending [F] wings away, brook and powerful [C] moon of dove are sighing well [F] a day.
Well a day.
[Am] Of the doing [Am] and undoing that the road could [C] tell, when the breeze is out of the wind, look at me so well.
Shocking tales the road could tell, nobody can move so well.
Fiddling brook as he is over, for thy loving love's [F] a road, set the logs upon the trees, [C] courted by a fickle [Bb] priest.
[F] [G] [C]
[F] [Ab]
Key:
C
F
D
E
Am
C
F
D
The Major General comes, [A] so quickly hide.
Yes, yes, the Major General comes.
Yes, yes, the Major General comes.
Yes, [E] yes, the Major General comes. _
_ [D] Tormented with the anguish, dread [B] of awful unatone, [Dm] I lay upon my [B] sleeveless bed and tossed and turned and groan.
The man [Gm] who fights his conscience, ain't no ace at all in joys.
And as I [D] lay in bed awake, [A] I thought I heard a noise.
[D] He thought he heard a [E] noise.
Ha ha!
[D] No, all is still [E] in day long ill, my [C] mind is [Gm] set at ease.
So still the sea, it [Em] must have been, the [Bm] sighing of [C] the breeze.
Yes, _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ [C] even.
[F] _ Sighing [C] softly to the river comes [F] the darling breeze, setting [C] nature o'er the quiver, rustling [F] through the trees.
Through the [Am] trees.
And the broken, rippling measure, lust for very love, while the coffers [Gb] in their pleasure wave their arms [C] above.
Yes, the trees, though very loud, wave their heavy arms above.
Fiddler with the little river, pay thy loving [F] cross the meadow, heaven speed upon [G] the trees, may the looming [F] _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ [F] heavenly be. _ _
[C] Yes, the breeze [F] is [C] but a rover, wending [F] wings away, brook and powerful [C] moon of dove are sighing well [F] a day.
Well a day.
[Am] Of the doing [Am] and undoing that the road could [C] tell, when the breeze is out of the wind, look at me so well.
Shocking tales the road could tell, nobody can move so well.
Fiddling brook as he is over, for thy loving love's [F] a road, set the logs upon the trees, [C] courted by a fickle [Bb] priest. _
[F] _ _ [G] _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
Yes, yes, the Major General comes.
Yes, yes, the Major General comes.
Yes, [E] yes, the Major General comes. _
_ [D] Tormented with the anguish, dread [B] of awful unatone, [Dm] I lay upon my [B] sleeveless bed and tossed and turned and groan.
The man [Gm] who fights his conscience, ain't no ace at all in joys.
And as I [D] lay in bed awake, [A] I thought I heard a noise.
[D] He thought he heard a [E] noise.
Ha ha!
[D] No, all is still [E] in day long ill, my [C] mind is [Gm] set at ease.
So still the sea, it [Em] must have been, the [Bm] sighing of [C] the breeze.
Yes, _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ [C] even.
[F] _ Sighing [C] softly to the river comes [F] the darling breeze, setting [C] nature o'er the quiver, rustling [F] through the trees.
Through the [Am] trees.
And the broken, rippling measure, lust for very love, while the coffers [Gb] in their pleasure wave their arms [C] above.
Yes, the trees, though very loud, wave their heavy arms above.
Fiddler with the little river, pay thy loving [F] cross the meadow, heaven speed upon [G] the trees, may the looming [F] _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ [F] heavenly be. _ _
[C] Yes, the breeze [F] is [C] but a rover, wending [F] wings away, brook and powerful [C] moon of dove are sighing well [F] a day.
Well a day.
[Am] Of the doing [Am] and undoing that the road could [C] tell, when the breeze is out of the wind, look at me so well.
Shocking tales the road could tell, nobody can move so well.
Fiddling brook as he is over, for thy loving love's [F] a road, set the logs upon the trees, [C] courted by a fickle [Bb] priest. _
[F] _ _ [G] _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _