The Blackest Crow - Tim O'Brien, Dirk Powell, John Herrmann - Songs From The Mountain Chords

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_ [D] It's time, draws near, [G] my _ dearest dear, when you and I [Em] must part.
_ _ [G] [D] How little you know [G] of the grief and war in my poor _ aching [Em] _ _
heart.
[G] Tears _ but I'd suffer _ for your sake, [Em] _ believe [D] me dear, [Em] it's true.
_ [G] _ [D] I wish that you were [G] _ staying _ here or I was going with [Em] you.
I _ [D] _ wish my prayers [G] were made of glass wherein you _ [D]
[Em] might _ behold.
_ _ [D] Upon my heart your [G] name lies wrought in _ letters made [Em] of gold.
_ [G] _ In _ letters made of gold, my love, [Em] beneath [D] me _ [Em] when I say,
_ _ [D] you are the one [G] that I will _ adore until _ my dying [Em] _ _ day. _ _
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[Em] _ _ _ _ _ [D] The _ blackest crow [G] that _ ever flew would _ surely turn [Em] to _ white.
_ _ [D] If ever I [G] prove false to you, bright day will turn to [Em] night.
_ [G] _ Bright day will turn to night, my [Em] love, the _ [D] elements will [Em] _ _ _ mourn.
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If ever _ [G] I prove false to you, the seas will rage and [Em] burn. _ _ _
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