The Spinners Tale Chords & Lyrics - Blackmore's Night
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[INTRO]
[Am]
[VERSE]
Somewhere the leaves on the trees look like [G]lace
Falling in shadows across your[Am] face
Sunshine and darkness in perfect harmo[G]ny
Shadows now live where light used to[Am] be
[CHORUS]
A spinning wheel where our memories were [G]spun
Weaving our way through the fabric of[Am] time
Winding the wheel back to where we had be[G]gun
Spinning away to when you once were[Am] mine
[INSTRUMENTAL]
[Am] [G] [Am] [Em] [C] [C/E] [G] [Dm] [Am] [E7]
[VERSE]
[Am]Here in my chamber, waiting for the [G]dawn
I turn away, the curtains are[Am] drawn
Somewhere in time when the night began to [G]fall
Just for that moment we had it[Am] all
[CHORUS]
A spinning wheel where our memories were [G]spun
Weaving our way through the fabric of[Am] time
Winding the wheel back to where we had be[G]gun
Spinning away to when you once were[Am] mine
[INSTRUMENTAL]
[Am] [G] [Am] [Em] [C] [C/E] [G] [Dm] [Am] [E7]
[VERSE]
[Am]We choose our path never knowing right or [G]wrong
Ribbons get tangled within the[Am] storm
Just like the widow was weaving her [G]web
The spinner's wheel holds tight to the [Am]thread
[Am]
[VERSE]
Somewhere the leaves on the trees look like [G]lace
Falling in shadows across your[Am] face
Sunshine and darkness in perfect harmo[G]ny
Shadows now live where light used to[Am] be
[CHORUS]
A spinning wheel where our memories were [G]spun
Weaving our way through the fabric of[Am] time
Winding the wheel back to where we had be[G]gun
Spinning away to when you once were[Am] mine
[INSTRUMENTAL]
[Am] [G] [Am] [Em] [C] [C/E] [G] [Dm] [Am] [E7]
[VERSE]
[Am]Here in my chamber, waiting for the [G]dawn
I turn away, the curtains are[Am] drawn
Somewhere in time when the night began to [G]fall
Just for that moment we had it[Am] all
[CHORUS]
A spinning wheel where our memories were [G]spun
Weaving our way through the fabric of[Am] time
Winding the wheel back to where we had be[G]gun
Spinning away to when you once were[Am] mine
[INSTRUMENTAL]
[Am] [G] [Am] [Em] [C] [C/E] [G] [Dm] [Am] [E7]
[VERSE]
[Am]We choose our path never knowing right or [G]wrong
Ribbons get tangled within the[Am] storm
Just like the widow was weaving her [G]web
The spinner's wheel holds tight to the [Am]thread
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