These Dry Stone Walls Chords & Lyrics - Gordon Bok
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[INTRO]
[Em]
[VERSE 1]
These miles of dry stone [G]walls
That [C]hold, in ploughed brown [D]fields, these kingly [Em]halls
The dead of centuries in [G]hills of [C]sand
The stones that [Bm]bind them
Are [Am]proud as [D]what lies behind [Em]them
And varied as the [G]counties [C]in this curious [Am]land [B7] [Em]
[VERSE 2]
In Cumberland they [G]built them
On [C]hills that surely [D]must have [Em]killed them
Through broom and juni[G]per and stunted [C]ling
Two thousand feet [Bm]over
With [Am]just a tar[D]paulin co[Em]ver
They crouched in [G]wind and rain and [C]waited for the [Am]spring [B7] [Em]
[VERSE 3]
In Aberdeenshire [G]valley
The [C]fields were only [D]open [Em]quarry
The stones were gathered up and [G]made to [C]stand
But with every [Bm]ploughing
You'd [Am]think it was [D]stones they'd been [Em]sowing
The walls grew [G]sadder here than [C]any in the [Am]land [B7] [Em]
[VERSE 4]
The Irish built in [G]courses
Of single [C]stones the [D]size of [Em]horses
Of glacial boulders, without [G]edge or [C]face
But if you could [Bm]view them
A[Am]bove, the [D]sun lighting [Em]through them
You'd swear the [G]hills were edged in [C]broken granite [Am]rays [B7] [Em]
[VERSE 5]
When Pict and Viking [G]took
Stone [C]pages from some [D]prehistoric [Em]book
A sandy flagstone under [G]Orkney [C]hills
Hailing there the [Bm]while
And [Am]left history [D]in the [Em]islands
This is what [G]water, wind and [C]time and toil re[Am]veal [B7] [Em]
[VERSE 6]
From Yorkshire's [G]limestone hills
Through [C]Derbyshire to the [D]coast of [Em]Wales
From Shetland's salty rocks to [G]Devon [C]lane
Just look and dis[Bm]cover
Two [Am]walls that [D]lean against each [Em]other
You'll never [G]see them in [C]quite the same way a[Am]gain [B7] [Em]
[VERSE 7]
These miles of dry stone [G]walls
That [C]hold, in ploughed brown [D]fields, these kingly [Em]halls
The dead of centuries in [G]hills of [C]sand
The stones that [Bm]bind them
Are [Am]proud as [D]what lies behind [Em]them
And varied as the [G]counties [C]in this curious [Am]land [B7] [Em]
[Em]
[VERSE 1]
These miles of dry stone [G]walls
That [C]hold, in ploughed brown [D]fields, these kingly [Em]halls
The dead of centuries in [G]hills of [C]sand
The stones that [Bm]bind them
Are [Am]proud as [D]what lies behind [Em]them
And varied as the [G]counties [C]in this curious [Am]land [B7] [Em]
[VERSE 2]
In Cumberland they [G]built them
On [C]hills that surely [D]must have [Em]killed them
Through broom and juni[G]per and stunted [C]ling
Two thousand feet [Bm]over
With [Am]just a tar[D]paulin co[Em]ver
They crouched in [G]wind and rain and [C]waited for the [Am]spring [B7] [Em]
[VERSE 3]
In Aberdeenshire [G]valley
The [C]fields were only [D]open [Em]quarry
The stones were gathered up and [G]made to [C]stand
But with every [Bm]ploughing
You'd [Am]think it was [D]stones they'd been [Em]sowing
The walls grew [G]sadder here than [C]any in the [Am]land [B7] [Em]
[VERSE 4]
The Irish built in [G]courses
Of single [C]stones the [D]size of [Em]horses
Of glacial boulders, without [G]edge or [C]face
But if you could [Bm]view them
A[Am]bove, the [D]sun lighting [Em]through them
You'd swear the [G]hills were edged in [C]broken granite [Am]rays [B7] [Em]
[VERSE 5]
When Pict and Viking [G]took
Stone [C]pages from some [D]prehistoric [Em]book
A sandy flagstone under [G]Orkney [C]hills
Hailing there the [Bm]while
And [Am]left history [D]in the [Em]islands
This is what [G]water, wind and [C]time and toil re[Am]veal [B7] [Em]
[VERSE 6]
From Yorkshire's [G]limestone hills
Through [C]Derbyshire to the [D]coast of [Em]Wales
From Shetland's salty rocks to [G]Devon [C]lane
Just look and dis[Bm]cover
Two [Am]walls that [D]lean against each [Em]other
You'll never [G]see them in [C]quite the same way a[Am]gain [B7] [Em]
[VERSE 7]
These miles of dry stone [G]walls
That [C]hold, in ploughed brown [D]fields, these kingly [Em]halls
The dead of centuries in [G]hills of [C]sand
The stones that [Bm]bind them
Are [Am]proud as [D]what lies behind [Em]them
And varied as the [G]counties [C]in this curious [Am]land [B7] [Em]
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