The Orchard Chords by Sean Tyrrell

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When _ [Eb] I was nine, _ in harvest time, _ [Bb] I crossed _ [Eb] the orchard [Bb] wall.
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_ [Bb] _ The moon [Dm] was bright, [A] the [Eb] apples [Bb] ripe, _ _ _ upon the ground it [Eb] fell.
_ _ We filled our [Bb]
sacks, then [Eb] we made our way [Bb] back, more adventures,
_ soon [Dm] to [Eb] find _ _ _ in an orchard, [C] _ _
[Bb] _ neat the commeras. _ _
In those sweet, _ _ [Cm] _ ungarvaned times, _ _ _ [Dm] I [Gm] crossed _ [Eb]
that orchard wall [Bb] again. _ _ _
When I was just [F] _ [Bb] thirteen, _ _ _ it was, I [Dm] think, to be [Eb] my [Bb] first drink of cider _ _ and [Eb] potting.
_ _ _ I [Eb] remember _ _ well, it tasted like [Bb] hell, and I hoped the pain [G] would end [Eb] soon.
_ In an orchard, [Bb] _ _
_ neat the commeras, [Gm] _ _
in that sweet, _ [F] _ _ ungarvaned moon.
_ _ _ When [Eb] I was _ [C] nineteen years of age, _ I crossed the wall [G] with [Bb] pride.
_ _ _ My Annie _ _
[Dm] failed, [Eb] the nut brown [Bb] hair, she was walking _ by [Eb] my side.
_ Our _ clothes [Fm] came off, we [Eb] tumbled [Bb] and we tossed, _ all innocence, it was [Eb] gone. _
_ _ In an [Bb] orchard, _ _ neat the commeras, _ _ in that sweet, _ [Cm] _ _ [Bb] ungarvaned_ _ _
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_ [Eb] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
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When [Eb] I was _ [Bb] twenty-one years old, _ I married [C] my Annie _ [Bb] there. _ _
The apple [A] blossoms _ [Eb] in the [Bb] trees, they were better in her hair.
_ _ And when [Gm] the day [F] was over, _
_ [Bb] there was a drunk for [A] every [Eb] tree.
_ _ _ In an [Bb] orchard, _ _ neat the commeras, _ _ by those sweet, _ _ [G] ungarvaned [Bb] seas.
_ _ _ Now I'm forty [Eb]-five, _ I am [C] much alive, _ [Bb] _
children _ [C] I have [Bb] four. _
_ _ Three girls and [A] one [Eb] fine strapping [Bb] son, _ and I have hopes for more. _ _
_ I'll teach them of what [Eb] lies [Bb] ahead, I have plenty to tell still.
_ _ In [C] an orchard, _ _ [Bb] neat the commeras, _ _ in those sweet, _ [Cm] _ _
[C] ungarvaned hills.
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And I am [Eb] ninety-one, _ _ my [Bb] days they're near done, _ my Annie [Eb] has long since [Bb] gone.
_ _ Our days they were [Dm] good, [Eb] and well they should, [Bb] but it's time to die [Eb] past on.
_ _ And when I die, I [Bb] want to lie beneath those whispering _ [Eb] trees.
_ In that orchard, _ neat the commeras, _ _ in the sweet, _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] ungarvaned breeze. _ _
And when I [Dm] die, [Eb] I want [Bb] to lie in the _ air, land and [Eb] foam.
_ In [Bb] an orchard, [C] _ _ [Bb] neat the _ commeras, by my sweet, [Fm] _ _
ungarvaned [Bb] home.
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