Chords for The Return

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[D] _ _ _ _ _ Long was the hour [G] for the valiant [C] knight That would ne'er be [G] sick or slain.
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Lonely the bower [G] in the _ [D] candlelight _ [G] With _ neither kith [D] nor kin.
_ _ Storm clouds over [C] the full [D] moon [Em] raced As he swung to the [A] dappled [D] grey.
_ And man and horse [G] to the [C] westward faced On the [G] eve of an [D] All Saints' Day.
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_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ And low neath the long [G] green grassy mound [C] Lie the bones of his [G] noble _ steed.
_ [C] Gone to their [G] graves are his [D] brindled _ hounds [G] That were never matched [D] for speed.
_ _ Freed to the wind [C] were his grey [D] hawk's wings [E]
Never to be [D] seen again. _ _
Lost were the songs [G] that the young [C] men sang _ _ As [G] they ride o [Dm]'er the plain.
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_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ The rowan shield [G] burned on his breast [C] As the old man [G] rode again. _
_ _ Over the rocky _ [D] Kirkston crest [G] In the howling wind [D] and rain
_ _ Weary the step [C] of his [D] garren stride [Em] As they slowly _ [D] winded down
To the banks of the [G] winding _ [C] water's _ side All [G] under a [D] paley moon.
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_ Cold was the [G] crack of the raven's cry [C] That echoed from the [G]
fell.
_ _ [C] _ Fierce were the [G] flames of the [D] morning _ sky [G] As the burning [D] gates of hell. _ _
_ Over his [C] breast on the [D] mantle white [E] The rowan [D] shield burned red.
And there in the rays [G] of the [C] dawning _ light _ The _ _ _ _ [G] fairies burst [D] and bled. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [D] Oh, where is your hawk [G] and your brindled hounds, [C] King the screeching _ [G] owlet's call?
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Gone to the dank [D] and the wormy _ ground [G] That will I consume [D] us all.
_ Where is the maid [C] of the jet [D] black [Em] mare Who held me [D] fast in sleep?
_ Under the [G] long dark [C] winding _ near She rests in the [D] watery deep. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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He's laid his hand [G] on his hunting horn _ [C] And with his dying [G] breath _
_ [C] Hath blown a [G] blast of the blazing [D] _ morn [G] That would rout the angel [D] of death. _ _
High in the cusp [C] of the [D] starry night [E]
He heard his grey [D] hawk new. _ _
As out of the [G] misty [C] morning _ light His [G] ghostly [D] grey hounds flew. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [D] _ He [E] hath gathered a [A] snatch of the golden rod [D] All withered in [A] the wood
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And scattered it [A] over the _ _ [E] water's brim [A] Where his ghostly grey [E] hounds stood.
_ Flecked was the coat [D] of the [E] lithe black [F#] mare That rose from the [E] watery deep.
_ _ White were the [A] locks of the [D] maiden's hair And her brown [A] eyes heavy [E] with _ sleep. _ _ _
_ _ Waily, [A] waily, my noble lord [D] Who wakes me from [A] my rest.
_ [D] There's none can heal the [E] wounds of time [A] That lie bloody on [E] your breast.
Climb from your _
[D] silvered saddle [E] _ [F#m] down And swing to my [E] back astride.
_ _ Gather your [A] hawk and your brimful [D] _ hounds And together [A] we [E] will ride.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Her _ [A] saddlecloth was the velvet blue _ [D] Trimmed round with a [A] silver chain. _
[D] He's kissed her pale lips once [E] and twice [A] High and three times round [E] again.
_ And over the lake [A] with his hounds [E] at heel And [F#m] his good grey [E] hawk in hand
Rode the knight of the [A] blood-red _ [D] rowan shield _ The [A] witch of the _ [E] Westmare land. _ _
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