Spirit Of Albion Chords by Damh The Bard
Tempo:
73.25 bpm
Chords used:
G
Em
Am
D
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Em]
[E]
[Em]
[G] [Em] [G] [Em]
[G] [Em] [G]
[D] [E] An isle so fair, an isle so [G] green, known by [E] many names.
Feel the pulse, the pulse of the [G] land, the blood boils [E] within your veins.
[G] [Am] Someone go down to the holy [Em] well and raise the spirits there.
[Am]
Lay a feather on a [D] stone with a flame and a lock of hair.
The [Em] crane, the wolf, the bear and the boar [G] no 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]
[G] [Em] [G]
[D] [Em] From Man O' [E] Weatham's crashing sea, [G] to the [Am] moor and the [E] highland glen.
From the fairy hills home of the she, [G] to the veins of the [E] broad and the [G] fend.
[Am] Someone go down to the holy [Em] trees of oak and ash and [Am] fawn.
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 [Em] cities 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] [G]
[D] [E] Ride the white horses carved into the [G] hills, walk to the [E] hanging stones.
Bow to the knight of Cerne Abbas's height, [G] fill a piece [A] in the [E] ancestors bones.
[G] [Am] Someone go down to Wilmington [Em] where the giant cast away.
[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 ways, [D] the spirit of Albion is [Em] calling you home.
[G] [Em] [G] [Em]
[G] [Em] [G]
[E]
[Em]
[G] [Em] [G] [Em]
[G] [Em] [G]
[D] [E] An isle so fair, an isle so [G] green, known by [E] many names.
Feel the pulse, the pulse of the [G] land, the blood boils [E] within your veins.
[G] [Am] Someone go down to the holy [Em] well and raise the spirits there.
[Am]
Lay a feather on a [D] stone with a flame and a lock of hair.
The [Em] crane, the wolf, the bear and the boar [G] no 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]
[G] [Em] [G]
[D] [Em] From Man O' [E] Weatham's crashing sea, [G] to the [Am] moor and the [E] highland glen.
From the fairy hills home of the she, [G] to the veins of the [E] broad and the [G] fend.
[Am] Someone go down to the holy [Em] trees of oak and ash and [Am] fawn.
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 [Em] cities 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] [G]
[D] [E] Ride the white horses carved into the [G] hills, walk to the [E] hanging stones.
Bow to the knight of Cerne Abbas's height, [G] fill a piece [A] in the [E] ancestors bones.
[G] [Am] Someone go down to Wilmington [Em] where the giant cast away.
[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 ways, [D] the spirit of Albion is [Em] calling you home.
[G] [Em] [G] [Em]
[G] [Em] [G]
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[D] [E] An isle so fair, an isle so [G] green, known by [E] _ many names.
Feel the pulse, the pulse of the [G] land, the blood boils [E] within your veins.
_ [G] _ [Am] Someone go down to the holy [Em] well and raise the spirits there.
[Am]
Lay a feather on a [D] stone with a flame and a lock of hair.
The [Em] crane, the wolf, the bear and the boar [G] no 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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[D] [Em] From Man O' [E] Weatham's crashing sea, [G] to the [Am] moor and the [E] highland glen.
_ From the fairy hills home of the she, [G] to the veins of the [E] broad and the [G] fend.
[Am] Someone go down to the holy [Em] trees of oak and ash and [Am] fawn.
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 [Em] cities 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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[D] [E] Ride the white horses carved into the [G] hills, walk to the [E] hanging stones.
_ Bow to the knight of Cerne Abbas's height, [G] fill a piece [A] in the [E] ancestors bones.
_ _ [G] [Am] Someone go down to Wilmington [Em] where the giant cast away.
[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 ways, [D] the spirit of Albion is [Em] calling you home. _
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[D] [E] An isle so fair, an isle so [G] green, known by [E] _ many names.
Feel the pulse, the pulse of the [G] land, the blood boils [E] within your veins.
_ [G] _ [Am] Someone go down to the holy [Em] well and raise the spirits there.
[Am]
Lay a feather on a [D] stone with a flame and a lock of hair.
The [Em] crane, the wolf, the bear and the boar [G] no 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] _
_ [G] _ _ [Em] _ _ [G] _
[D] [Em] From Man O' [E] Weatham's crashing sea, [G] to the [Am] moor and the [E] highland glen.
_ From the fairy hills home of the she, [G] to the veins of the [E] broad and the [G] fend.
[Am] Someone go down to the holy [Em] trees of oak and ash and [Am] fawn.
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 [Em] cities 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] _ _ [G] _ _ [Em] _
_ [G] _ _ [Em] _ _ [G] _
[D] [E] Ride the white horses carved into the [G] hills, walk to the [E] hanging stones.
_ Bow to the knight of Cerne Abbas's height, [G] fill a piece [A] in the [E] ancestors bones.
_ _ [G] [Am] Someone go down to Wilmington [Em] where the giant cast away.
[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 ways, [D] the spirit of Albion is [Em] calling you home. _
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