Chords for Solstice Evergreen
Tempo:
81.75 bpm
Chords used:
Gm
Eb
Bb
G
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Gm] [Bb]
[Gm] [Dm] [Gm]
[Eb] [Bb] [F]
[Gm] It came as a scene from an old picture postcard of Victorian [F] ladies [Gm] with skates on their [Dm] feet.
[Gm] The ponds frozen over [Eb] and bowels hung with ice tips, and through [Bb] frosty panes [F] watched
the snow [Gm] endlessly.
[Eb] And the smoke ventured out from the [Bb] soot blackened chimneys and [Cm] shimmered beneath [G] an icy [Gm] cold moon.
But inside Nevergreen stands in the corner and a [Gm] bright blazing fire [F] to keep out [Gm] the gloom.
[Eb] There's holly and [Gm] ivy and white mistleberry.
[Eb] The sun [Bb] is in hiding, his face he can't show.
[Eb] So fill up [Gm] your glasses so we can [F] be merry while rosy [Gm] red cheeks by the firelight glow.
Under the streetlights they'll gather together, the shivering voices will ring out the song.
Singin' the yule, regardless of weather, and brighten the darkness all the night [Eb] long.
And the marmas perform their plays from the ages.
In comes King George, a man of [Gm] courage bold.
While out in the orchards we'll go off sailing, and stop once by sighted to keep out the cold.
There's holly and [G] ivy and white mistleberry.
The [Bb] sun is in hiding, his face he can't show.
So fill up your glasses [Gm] so we can be merry while rosy red cheeks by the firelight glow.
The holly and [Eb] oak king are now changing places, and Jack Frost is wearing [Gm] his new winter vest.
While under the wood pile old Jack Green is sleeping, to awaken the spring from his long busy rest.
[Eb] So on the yule tide [Gm] we'll gather together, beneath the sign of the ancient gods' horns.
As the new year beckons, through cold misty [Cm] weather, we'll raise a [F] toast as the sun is [Gm] reborn.
There's holly and ivy and white [Eb] mistleberry.
The sun [Bb] is in hiding, his face he can't show.
So fill up your glasses so [G] we can be merry while rosy red cheeks by the [Gm] firelight glow.
[G]
[D]
[G] [G] [D]
[Gm]
[G]
[Gm]
It came as a scene from an old picture postcard of Victorian ladies with skates on their feet.
Our palms frozen over in vows, humbly by his tips, and through [Bb] frosty pains watched the snow embers fleet.
[Eb] And the smoke branched out, [Gm] and the soot blackened the [Dm] chimneys and shimmered beneath an [Gm] icy gold moon.
But inside nevergreen stands in the corner, [Cm] and a bright blazing fire to keep [Gm] out the gloom.
There's holly and ivy [G] and white mistleberry.
The sun [Bb] is in hiding, his face he can't [Eb] show.
So fill up your glasses so we can [Gm] be merry while rosy red cheeks by the firelight glow.
There's holly and ivy and white mistleberry.
The [Bb] sun is in hiding, [G] his face he can't show.
So fill up your glasses so we can be merry while [Gm] rosy red cheeks by the firelight glow.
[N]
[Gm] [Dm] [Gm]
[Eb] [Bb] [F]
[Gm] It came as a scene from an old picture postcard of Victorian [F] ladies [Gm] with skates on their [Dm] feet.
[Gm] The ponds frozen over [Eb] and bowels hung with ice tips, and through [Bb] frosty panes [F] watched
the snow [Gm] endlessly.
[Eb] And the smoke ventured out from the [Bb] soot blackened chimneys and [Cm] shimmered beneath [G] an icy [Gm] cold moon.
But inside Nevergreen stands in the corner and a [Gm] bright blazing fire [F] to keep out [Gm] the gloom.
[Eb] There's holly and [Gm] ivy and white mistleberry.
[Eb] The sun [Bb] is in hiding, his face he can't show.
[Eb] So fill up [Gm] your glasses so we can [F] be merry while rosy [Gm] red cheeks by the firelight glow.
Under the streetlights they'll gather together, the shivering voices will ring out the song.
Singin' the yule, regardless of weather, and brighten the darkness all the night [Eb] long.
And the marmas perform their plays from the ages.
In comes King George, a man of [Gm] courage bold.
While out in the orchards we'll go off sailing, and stop once by sighted to keep out the cold.
There's holly and [G] ivy and white mistleberry.
The [Bb] sun is in hiding, his face he can't show.
So fill up your glasses [Gm] so we can be merry while rosy red cheeks by the firelight glow.
The holly and [Eb] oak king are now changing places, and Jack Frost is wearing [Gm] his new winter vest.
While under the wood pile old Jack Green is sleeping, to awaken the spring from his long busy rest.
[Eb] So on the yule tide [Gm] we'll gather together, beneath the sign of the ancient gods' horns.
As the new year beckons, through cold misty [Cm] weather, we'll raise a [F] toast as the sun is [Gm] reborn.
There's holly and ivy and white [Eb] mistleberry.
The sun [Bb] is in hiding, his face he can't show.
So fill up your glasses so [G] we can be merry while rosy red cheeks by the [Gm] firelight glow.
[G]
[D]
[G] [G] [D]
[Gm]
[G]
[Gm]
It came as a scene from an old picture postcard of Victorian ladies with skates on their feet.
Our palms frozen over in vows, humbly by his tips, and through [Bb] frosty pains watched the snow embers fleet.
[Eb] And the smoke branched out, [Gm] and the soot blackened the [Dm] chimneys and shimmered beneath an [Gm] icy gold moon.
But inside nevergreen stands in the corner, [Cm] and a bright blazing fire to keep [Gm] out the gloom.
There's holly and ivy [G] and white mistleberry.
The sun [Bb] is in hiding, his face he can't [Eb] show.
So fill up your glasses so we can [Gm] be merry while rosy red cheeks by the firelight glow.
There's holly and ivy and white mistleberry.
The [Bb] sun is in hiding, [G] his face he can't show.
So fill up your glasses so we can be merry while [Gm] rosy red cheeks by the firelight glow.
[N]
Key:
Gm
Eb
Bb
G
F
Gm
Eb
Bb
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ It came as a scene from an old picture postcard of Victorian [F] ladies [Gm] with skates on their [Dm] _ feet.
[Gm] The ponds frozen over [Eb] and bowels hung with ice tips, and through [Bb] frosty panes [F] watched
the snow [Gm] endlessly.
_ [Eb] And the smoke ventured out from the [Bb] soot blackened chimneys and [Cm] shimmered beneath [G] an icy [Gm] cold moon.
But inside Nevergreen stands in the corner and a [Gm] bright blazing fire [F] to keep out [Gm] the gloom. _
_ [Eb] There's holly and [Gm] ivy and white mistleberry.
[Eb] The sun [Bb] is in hiding, his face he can't show.
[Eb] So fill up [Gm] your glasses so we can [F] be merry while rosy [Gm] red cheeks by the firelight glow.
_ _ Under the streetlights they'll gather together, the shivering voices will ring out the song.
Singin' the yule, regardless of weather, and brighten the darkness all the night [Eb] long.
And the marmas perform their plays from the ages.
In comes King George, a man of [Gm] courage bold.
While out in the orchards we'll go off sailing, and stop once by sighted to keep out the cold.
_ _ There's holly and [G] ivy and white mistleberry.
The [Bb] sun is in hiding, his face he can't show.
So fill up your glasses [Gm] so we can be merry while rosy red cheeks by the firelight glow. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ The holly and [Eb] oak king are now changing places, and Jack Frost is wearing [Gm] his new winter vest.
While under the wood pile old Jack Green is sleeping, to awaken the spring from his long busy rest.
[Eb] So on the yule tide [Gm] we'll gather together, beneath the sign of the ancient gods' horns.
As the new year beckons, through cold misty [Cm] weather, we'll raise a [F] toast as the sun is [Gm] reborn.
_ There's holly and ivy and white [Eb] mistleberry.
The sun [Bb] is in hiding, his face he can't show.
So fill up your glasses so [G] we can be merry while rosy red cheeks by the [Gm] firelight glow.
_ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[G] _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
It came as a scene from an old picture postcard of Victorian ladies with skates on their feet.
Our palms frozen over in vows, humbly by his tips, and through [Bb] frosty pains watched the snow embers fleet.
[Eb] And the smoke branched out, [Gm] and the soot blackened the [Dm] chimneys and shimmered beneath an [Gm] icy gold moon.
But inside nevergreen stands in the corner, [Cm] and a bright blazing fire to keep [Gm] out the gloom.
_ There's holly and ivy [G] and white mistleberry.
The sun [Bb] is in hiding, his face he can't [Eb] show.
So fill up your glasses so we can [Gm] be merry while rosy red cheeks by the firelight glow.
There's holly and ivy and white mistleberry.
The [Bb] sun is in hiding, [G] his face he can't show.
So fill up your glasses so we can be merry while [Gm] rosy red cheeks by the firelight glow.
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _
[Gm] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ It came as a scene from an old picture postcard of Victorian [F] ladies [Gm] with skates on their [Dm] _ feet.
[Gm] The ponds frozen over [Eb] and bowels hung with ice tips, and through [Bb] frosty panes [F] watched
the snow [Gm] endlessly.
_ [Eb] And the smoke ventured out from the [Bb] soot blackened chimneys and [Cm] shimmered beneath [G] an icy [Gm] cold moon.
But inside Nevergreen stands in the corner and a [Gm] bright blazing fire [F] to keep out [Gm] the gloom. _
_ [Eb] There's holly and [Gm] ivy and white mistleberry.
[Eb] The sun [Bb] is in hiding, his face he can't show.
[Eb] So fill up [Gm] your glasses so we can [F] be merry while rosy [Gm] red cheeks by the firelight glow.
_ _ Under the streetlights they'll gather together, the shivering voices will ring out the song.
Singin' the yule, regardless of weather, and brighten the darkness all the night [Eb] long.
And the marmas perform their plays from the ages.
In comes King George, a man of [Gm] courage bold.
While out in the orchards we'll go off sailing, and stop once by sighted to keep out the cold.
_ _ There's holly and [G] ivy and white mistleberry.
The [Bb] sun is in hiding, his face he can't show.
So fill up your glasses [Gm] so we can be merry while rosy red cheeks by the firelight glow. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ The holly and [Eb] oak king are now changing places, and Jack Frost is wearing [Gm] his new winter vest.
While under the wood pile old Jack Green is sleeping, to awaken the spring from his long busy rest.
[Eb] So on the yule tide [Gm] we'll gather together, beneath the sign of the ancient gods' horns.
As the new year beckons, through cold misty [Cm] weather, we'll raise a [F] toast as the sun is [Gm] reborn.
_ There's holly and ivy and white [Eb] mistleberry.
The sun [Bb] is in hiding, his face he can't show.
So fill up your glasses so [G] we can be merry while rosy red cheeks by the [Gm] firelight glow.
_ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[G] _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
It came as a scene from an old picture postcard of Victorian ladies with skates on their feet.
Our palms frozen over in vows, humbly by his tips, and through [Bb] frosty pains watched the snow embers fleet.
[Eb] And the smoke branched out, [Gm] and the soot blackened the [Dm] chimneys and shimmered beneath an [Gm] icy gold moon.
But inside nevergreen stands in the corner, [Cm] and a bright blazing fire to keep [Gm] out the gloom.
_ There's holly and ivy [G] and white mistleberry.
The sun [Bb] is in hiding, his face he can't [Eb] show.
So fill up your glasses so we can [Gm] be merry while rosy red cheeks by the firelight glow.
There's holly and ivy and white mistleberry.
The [Bb] sun is in hiding, [G] his face he can't show.
So fill up your glasses so we can be merry while [Gm] rosy red cheeks by the firelight glow.
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _