Harp Song Of The Dane Women Chords & Lyrics - Gordon Bok
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[INTRO]
[F#m] [C#7] [C#7/F#]
[VERSE]
[F#m]What is a woman, that y[Bm]ou forsake her
[A]And the hearth[C#m]fire [D]and the home-[E]acre [F#m]
To go with the [Bm]old, [F#m]grey widow-[Bm]maker? [C#7] [F#m]
[VERSE]
She has no house to [Bm]lay a guest in [F#m]
But one chill [D]bed for [Bm]all to rest [F#m]in
That the [Bm]pale suns and the [C#7]stray 'bergs rest [F#m]in
[VERSE]
She has no strong white [Bm]arms to fold [F#m]you
But the ten-times-[D]fingering [Bm]weed to hold [F#m]you
[Bm]Down in the dark where the [C#7]tide has rolled [F#m]you [Bm] [C#7] [F#m]
[VERSE]
Yet when the [C#m]signs of [D]summer quicken
And the [E]ice breaks, and the [Bm]birch-buds thicken
[A]Yearly you [Bm]turn from our [C#7]side and [F#m]sicken
[VERSE]
Sicken a[C#m]gain for the [D]blood and the slaughters
You [E]steal away to the [Bm]lapping [F#m]waters
And [Bm]look to your ship in [C#7]her winter [F#m]quarters [Bm] [C#7] [F#m]
[VERSE]
You forget our mirth, our [Bm]talk at the tables
The [F#m]kine in the [D]shed and the [E]horse in the [F#m]stables
[Bm]To pitch her sides and go [C#7]over the [F#m]cables [Bm] [C#7] [F#m]
[VERSE]
Then you ride [C#m]out where the [D]storm clouds swallow
The [E]sound of your oar-blades[Bm] , falling [F#m]hollow
Is all we have [Bm]left for the [C#7]months to [F#m]follow [Bm] [C#7]
[VERSE]
Ah, [F#m]what is woman, that [Bm]you forsake her
[A]And the hearth[C#m]fire [D]and the home-[E]acre [F#m]
To go with the [Bm]old, [F#m]grey widow-[Bm]maker?
[F#m] [C#7] [C#7/F#]
[VERSE]
[F#m]What is a woman, that y[Bm]ou forsake her
[A]And the hearth[C#m]fire [D]and the home-[E]acre [F#m]
To go with the [Bm]old, [F#m]grey widow-[Bm]maker? [C#7] [F#m]
[VERSE]
She has no house to [Bm]lay a guest in [F#m]
But one chill [D]bed for [Bm]all to rest [F#m]in
That the [Bm]pale suns and the [C#7]stray 'bergs rest [F#m]in
[VERSE]
She has no strong white [Bm]arms to fold [F#m]you
But the ten-times-[D]fingering [Bm]weed to hold [F#m]you
[Bm]Down in the dark where the [C#7]tide has rolled [F#m]you [Bm] [C#7] [F#m]
[VERSE]
Yet when the [C#m]signs of [D]summer quicken
And the [E]ice breaks, and the [Bm]birch-buds thicken
[A]Yearly you [Bm]turn from our [C#7]side and [F#m]sicken
[VERSE]
Sicken a[C#m]gain for the [D]blood and the slaughters
You [E]steal away to the [Bm]lapping [F#m]waters
And [Bm]look to your ship in [C#7]her winter [F#m]quarters [Bm] [C#7] [F#m]
[VERSE]
You forget our mirth, our [Bm]talk at the tables
The [F#m]kine in the [D]shed and the [E]horse in the [F#m]stables
[Bm]To pitch her sides and go [C#7]over the [F#m]cables [Bm] [C#7] [F#m]
[VERSE]
Then you ride [C#m]out where the [D]storm clouds swallow
The [E]sound of your oar-blades[Bm] , falling [F#m]hollow
Is all we have [Bm]left for the [C#7]months to [F#m]follow [Bm] [C#7]
[VERSE]
Ah, [F#m]what is woman, that [Bm]you forsake her
[A]And the hearth[C#m]fire [D]and the home-[E]acre [F#m]
To go with the [Bm]old, [F#m]grey widow-[Bm]maker?
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