Ichabod Chords & Lyrics - Mark Erelli
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CAPO: 5th Fret
[INTRO]
[Am] [G] [Dm] [Am] [G] [Dm] [Am] [G] [Dm] [Am]
[VERSE 1]
So fallen, so lost, the light withdrawn
Which [G]once he wore
The [Dm]glory from his grey hair gone
For[Am]evermore
[VERSE 2]
Revile him not, the Tempter hath
A [G]snare for all
And [Dm]pitying tears, not scorn or wrath
Be[Am]fit his fall
[VERSE 3]
Oh, dumb be passion's stormy rage
When [G]he who might
Have [Dm]lighted up and led his age
Falls [Am]back in night
[VERSE 4]
Scorn, would the angels laugh to mark
A [G]bright soul driven
Fiend [Dm]goaded down the endless dark
From [Am]hope and heaven
[VERSE 5]
Let not the land once proud of him
In[G]sult him now
Nor [Dm]brand with deeper shame his dim
Dis[Am]honoured brow
[VERSE 6]
But let its humbled sons instead
From [G]sea to lake
A [Dm]long lament, as for the dead
In [Am]sadness make
[VERSE 7]
Of all we loved and honoured
Naught save [G]power remains
A [Dm]fallen angel's pride of thought
Still [Am]strong in chains
[VERSE 8]
All else is gone from those great eyes
The [G]soul has fled
When [Dm]faith is lost, when honour dies
The [Am]man is dead
[VERSE 9]
Then pay the reverence of old days
To [G]his dead fame
Walk [Dm]backward with averted gaze
And [Am]hide the shame
[INTRO]
[Am] [G] [Dm] [Am] [G] [Dm] [Am] [G] [Dm] [Am]
[VERSE 1]
So fallen, so lost, the light withdrawn
Which [G]once he wore
The [Dm]glory from his grey hair gone
For[Am]evermore
[VERSE 2]
Revile him not, the Tempter hath
A [G]snare for all
And [Dm]pitying tears, not scorn or wrath
Be[Am]fit his fall
[VERSE 3]
Oh, dumb be passion's stormy rage
When [G]he who might
Have [Dm]lighted up and led his age
Falls [Am]back in night
[VERSE 4]
Scorn, would the angels laugh to mark
A [G]bright soul driven
Fiend [Dm]goaded down the endless dark
From [Am]hope and heaven
[VERSE 5]
Let not the land once proud of him
In[G]sult him now
Nor [Dm]brand with deeper shame his dim
Dis[Am]honoured brow
[VERSE 6]
But let its humbled sons instead
From [G]sea to lake
A [Dm]long lament, as for the dead
In [Am]sadness make
[VERSE 7]
Of all we loved and honoured
Naught save [G]power remains
A [Dm]fallen angel's pride of thought
Still [Am]strong in chains
[VERSE 8]
All else is gone from those great eyes
The [G]soul has fled
When [Dm]faith is lost, when honour dies
The [Am]man is dead
[VERSE 9]
Then pay the reverence of old days
To [G]his dead fame
Walk [Dm]backward with averted gaze
And [Am]hide the shame
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