When The Moon Across The Bushland Beams Chords by Slim Dusty
Tempo:
134.3 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
D
C#
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A]
On an old homestead verandah, [C#] an old man sits [D] at rest, in his kind grey [A] eyes a wistful memory [E] gleams.
And [A] he always sits there nightly, [D] and lives again [A] the past, when the moon across [E] the bushland [A] beams.
And [D] he hears the [A] tractors working, [E] in the fields of golden [A] grain, [D] the work he [A] used to do with eight [E] horsemen.
And his [A] brown old hands they fumble, [D] as though he feels [A] the rains, when the moon across [E] the bushland [A] beams.
[E]
[A]
On the roadway in the distance, [C#m] car lights come [D] and go, where once the swaggon [A] and tramp his [E] lonely way.
[A] The teamster and the drover [D] no longer shout [A] good day, as they did long ago [E] along the castle [A] ray.
[D] For these old mates [A] he thinks of, [E] a relics from the past, they [D] have made their vow to [A] progress so [E] it seems.
And he [A] sees them all so clearly, [D] as he sits out [A] there at rest, when the moon across [E] the bushland [A] beams.
[E]
[A]
Then a sadness settles on him, [C#] as he dreams of [D] her at rest, sleeping neat the [A] pine [E] trees on the right.
[A] The years they spent together, [D] to him were heaven [A] blessed, he remembers as [E] the teardrops dim [A] his eyes.
For [D] in the early days [A] they battled, when [E] the drought was on [A] the land, [D] when the seasons brought [A] them doubts and many [E] fears.
But [A] they battled on together, [D] ever onward hand [A] in hand, with the courage [E] of the early [A] pioneers.
Soon he'll be called to wander, [Em] to [C#] the [D] overland above, to join the one who [A] once shared all [E] his dreams.
And [A] I like to think he'll hear it, [D] as he sits out there [A] at rest, when the moon across [E] the bushland [A] beams.
[N]
On an old homestead verandah, [C#] an old man sits [D] at rest, in his kind grey [A] eyes a wistful memory [E] gleams.
And [A] he always sits there nightly, [D] and lives again [A] the past, when the moon across [E] the bushland [A] beams.
And [D] he hears the [A] tractors working, [E] in the fields of golden [A] grain, [D] the work he [A] used to do with eight [E] horsemen.
And his [A] brown old hands they fumble, [D] as though he feels [A] the rains, when the moon across [E] the bushland [A] beams.
[E]
[A]
On the roadway in the distance, [C#m] car lights come [D] and go, where once the swaggon [A] and tramp his [E] lonely way.
[A] The teamster and the drover [D] no longer shout [A] good day, as they did long ago [E] along the castle [A] ray.
[D] For these old mates [A] he thinks of, [E] a relics from the past, they [D] have made their vow to [A] progress so [E] it seems.
And he [A] sees them all so clearly, [D] as he sits out [A] there at rest, when the moon across [E] the bushland [A] beams.
[E]
[A]
Then a sadness settles on him, [C#] as he dreams of [D] her at rest, sleeping neat the [A] pine [E] trees on the right.
[A] The years they spent together, [D] to him were heaven [A] blessed, he remembers as [E] the teardrops dim [A] his eyes.
For [D] in the early days [A] they battled, when [E] the drought was on [A] the land, [D] when the seasons brought [A] them doubts and many [E] fears.
But [A] they battled on together, [D] ever onward hand [A] in hand, with the courage [E] of the early [A] pioneers.
Soon he'll be called to wander, [Em] to [C#] the [D] overland above, to join the one who [A] once shared all [E] his dreams.
And [A] I like to think he'll hear it, [D] as he sits out there [A] at rest, when the moon across [E] the bushland [A] beams.
[N]
Key:
A
E
D
C#
C#m
A
E
D
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ On an old homestead verandah, _ [C#] an old man sits [D] at rest, in his kind grey [A] eyes a wistful memory [E] _ gleams. _ _
_ And [A] he always sits there nightly, [D] and lives again [A] the past, when the moon across [E] the _ bushland [A] _ _ beams. _ _
And [D] he hears the [A] tractors working, [E] in the fields of golden [A] grain, _ [D] the work he [A] used to do with eight [E] horsemen. _ _ _ _ _
And his [A] brown old hands they fumble, [D] as though he feels [A] the rains, when the moon across [E] the _ bushland [A] _ beams. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
On the roadway in the distance, _ [C#m] car lights come [D] and go, where once the swaggon [A] and tramp his [E] lonely way. _ _ _ _ _
[A] The teamster and the drover [D] no longer shout [A] good day, _ as they did long ago [E] along the castle [A] ray. _ _ _ _ _
[D] For these old mates [A] he thinks of, [E] a relics from the past, they [D] have made their vow to [A] _ progress so [E] it seems. _ _ _
And he [A] sees them all so clearly, [D] as he sits out [A] there at rest, when the moon across [E] the bushland [A] _ beams. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
Then a sadness settles on him, [C#] as he dreams of [D] her at _ rest, sleeping neat the [A] pine [E] trees on the right. _ _ _ _ _
[A] The years they spent _ together, [D] to him were heaven [A] _ blessed, he remembers as [E] the teardrops dim [A] his eyes. _ _ _
For [D] in the early days [A] they battled, when [E] the drought was on [A] the land, _ [D] when the seasons brought [A] them doubts and many [E] _ fears. _ _ _
But [A] they battled on together, _ [D] ever onward hand [A] in hand, with the courage [E] of the early [A] pioneers. _ _ _ _ _ _
Soon he'll be called to wander, [Em] to [C#] the _ [D] overland above, _ to join the one who [A] once shared all [E] his dreams. _ _ _
And [A] I like to think he'll hear it, [D] as he sits out there [A] at rest, when the moon across [E] the _ bushland [A] _ beams. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ On an old homestead verandah, _ [C#] an old man sits [D] at rest, in his kind grey [A] eyes a wistful memory [E] _ gleams. _ _
_ And [A] he always sits there nightly, [D] and lives again [A] the past, when the moon across [E] the _ bushland [A] _ _ beams. _ _
And [D] he hears the [A] tractors working, [E] in the fields of golden [A] grain, _ [D] the work he [A] used to do with eight [E] horsemen. _ _ _ _ _
And his [A] brown old hands they fumble, [D] as though he feels [A] the rains, when the moon across [E] the _ bushland [A] _ beams. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
On the roadway in the distance, _ [C#m] car lights come [D] and go, where once the swaggon [A] and tramp his [E] lonely way. _ _ _ _ _
[A] The teamster and the drover [D] no longer shout [A] good day, _ as they did long ago [E] along the castle [A] ray. _ _ _ _ _
[D] For these old mates [A] he thinks of, [E] a relics from the past, they [D] have made their vow to [A] _ progress so [E] it seems. _ _ _
And he [A] sees them all so clearly, [D] as he sits out [A] there at rest, when the moon across [E] the bushland [A] _ beams. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
Then a sadness settles on him, [C#] as he dreams of [D] her at _ rest, sleeping neat the [A] pine [E] trees on the right. _ _ _ _ _
[A] The years they spent _ together, [D] to him were heaven [A] _ blessed, he remembers as [E] the teardrops dim [A] his eyes. _ _ _
For [D] in the early days [A] they battled, when [E] the drought was on [A] the land, _ [D] when the seasons brought [A] them doubts and many [E] _ fears. _ _ _
But [A] they battled on together, _ [D] ever onward hand [A] in hand, with the courage [E] of the early [A] pioneers. _ _ _ _ _ _
Soon he'll be called to wander, [Em] to [C#] the _ [D] overland above, _ to join the one who [A] once shared all [E] his dreams. _ _ _
And [A] I like to think he'll hear it, [D] as he sits out there [A] at rest, when the moon across [E] the _ bushland [A] _ beams. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _