Chords for Spirit of Albion
Tempo:
73.4 bpm
Chords used:
Em
G
Am
D
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[E]
[Em]
[G] [Em] [G]
[Em] [G] [Em]
[E] An isle so fair, an isle so [G] green, known by [E]
many names.
your veins.
[Em] and raise the spirits there.
[Em]
[G] [Em] [G]
[Em] [G] [Em]
[E] An isle so fair, an isle so [G] green, known by [E]
many names.
your veins.
[Em] and raise the spirits there.
100% ➙ 73BPM
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[E] An isle so fair, an isle so [G] green, known by [E] _
many names.
Feel the pulse, the pulse of the land, the blood boils within _ your veins.
[Am] Someone go down to the holy well [Em] and raise the spirits there.
[Am] Lay a feather on a stone [D] with a flame and a mark of hair.
The [Em] crane, the wolf, the bear and the boar no [G] longer dwell upon these shores.
[Am] You say the garrison can't have gone, [D] but I tell you they live on, for in the cities [Em] and hills
and in [G] circles of stone, _ [Am] the voices of the old ways, [D] the spirit of Albion is [Em] calling you home.
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[Em] _ _ _ From [E] Manweathen's crashing sea [G] to the moor and the [E] Highland glen.
_ _ From the fairy hills home of the she, to the veins of the broad _ and the fair.
[Am] Someone go down to the holy [Em] trees of oak and ash and thorn.
[Am] Utter a charm in the verse of three [D] till the summer king is born.
The [Em] crane, the wolf, the bear and the boar no [G] longer dwell upon these shores.
[Am] You say the garrison can't have [D] gone, but I tell you they live on, for in the cities [Em] and hills
and in [G] circles of stone, _ [A] the voices [Am] of the old ways, [D] the spirit of Albion is [Em] calling you home.
[G] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
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[E] Ride the white horses carved into the [G] hills, walk to the [E] hanging stones.
_ Bow to the might of Cerne Abbas's height, fill the peace in the ancestors homes.
_ _ _ [Am] Someone go down to Wilmington [Em] where the giant gods will wave.
[Am] Step into the other world, into the womb [D] where centuries pass like a day.
The [Em] crane, the wolf, the bear and the boar no [G] longer dwell upon these shores.
[Am] You say the garrison can't have [D] gone, but I tell you they live on, for in the [Em] cities and hills
and in [G] circles of stone, _ [Am] the voices of the old [D] ways, the spirit of Albion is [Em] calling you home.
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[Em] _ _ [G] _ _ [Em] _ _ _
[E] An isle so fair, an isle so [G] green, known by [E] _
many names.
Feel the pulse, the pulse of the land, the blood boils within _ your veins.
[Am] Someone go down to the holy well [Em] and raise the spirits there.
[Am] Lay a feather on a stone [D] with a flame and a mark of hair.
The [Em] crane, the wolf, the bear and the boar no [G] longer dwell upon these shores.
[Am] You say the garrison can't have gone, [D] but I tell you they live on, for in the cities [Em] and hills
and in [G] circles of stone, _ [Am] the voices of the old ways, [D] the spirit of Albion is [Em] calling you home.
[G] _ _
[Em] _ _ [G] _ _ [Em] _ _ [G] _ _
[Em] _ _ _ From [E] Manweathen's crashing sea [G] to the moor and the [E] Highland glen.
_ _ From the fairy hills home of the she, to the veins of the broad _ and the fair.
[Am] Someone go down to the holy [Em] trees of oak and ash and thorn.
[Am] Utter a charm in the verse of three [D] till the summer king is born.
The [Em] crane, the wolf, the bear and the boar no [G] longer dwell upon these shores.
[Am] You say the garrison can't have [D] gone, but I tell you they live on, for in the cities [Em] and hills
and in [G] circles of stone, _ [A] the voices [Am] of the old ways, [D] the spirit of Albion is [Em] calling you home.
[G] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [Em] _ _ _
[E] Ride the white horses carved into the [G] hills, walk to the [E] hanging stones.
_ Bow to the might of Cerne Abbas's height, fill the peace in the ancestors homes.
_ _ _ [Am] Someone go down to Wilmington [Em] where the giant gods will wave.
[Am] Step into the other world, into the womb [D] where centuries pass like a day.
The [Em] crane, the wolf, the bear and the boar no [G] longer dwell upon these shores.
[Am] You say the garrison can't have [D] gone, but I tell you they live on, for in the [Em] cities and hills
and in [G] circles of stone, _ [Am] the voices of the old [D] ways, the spirit of Albion is [Em] calling you home.
[G] _ _ [Em] _ _ [G] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _