Текст песни с аккордами
Вступление
spotify:track:2BL2NnUOJU9yLDnpS3XqaH
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6v3liUY2gSE
Worked out on request for KS9806 from Northumbria in the UK
Please: rate (stars left unter sheet) or/and add favorite (heart right above)
When you are looking for chords of another nice song you could send me a Personal Message.
Produced and Arranged by Graham Preskett
[Intro 1]
C
Trumpets
[Intro] (Spoken)
C G/B
More than fifty thousand names are carved on Ypres' Menin gate
Am F C
of soldiers who have no known graves, just their destiny and date.
/B Am
Witness and last testament, name and rank and regiment,
G F C C/E F Gsus4 G
is now all that survives from so many squandered lives.
[Part 1]
C Em F F
And for every name inscribed
C Em F F C/E
the poor bereaved were left to mourn,
Dm G C C
the passing of each one who died
G Am Am/G F F
with no white cross on tended lawn.
G C Em F G
No place to go to contemplate
C G F C/E
the sacrifice, the wicked waste,
Dm G
no footprint left to show where once they trod
F G
Allegedly known unto [Interlude] god.
[Interlude]
C C G G
Am C/G F F
[Part 2]
C Em F G
From Ypres, Arras, Aisne and Somme,
C Em F F C/E
six unknown soldiers were exhumed,
Dm G C C
a blindfold general picked one man
G/B Am Am/G F F G
and reverently they brought him home.
C Em F G
Six black horses drew the hearse
C G F C/E
through silent London crowds immersed,
Dm G
in deepest thought belief or wishful prayer
F G
that this might be their own boy [Interlude] there.
[Interlude]
C C/E F Gsus4 G
Am Em F Gsus4 G
[Spoken]
Am Em
The metal tyres on the carriage wheels, played the tuneless requiem,
F Am
the sky as grey as bayonet steel above the sombre hatless men.
Em Am
One more enemy to kill, that remaining sense of guilt,
D
that through it all somehow they had survived,
Gsus4 G
returned to mothers sweethearts wives.
[Spoken]
Am Em
Familiar streets their own backyards,
F
their medals and all praise ignored,
Am F
prayed to be his honour guard and walk with him their true reward.
Gsus4 C
While far from pomp and circumstance,
F C
across the autumn fields of France,
Dm C C/E
the trenches start to slowly fill and fade,
Em Am F
the bloody page turned by the ploughman's blade.
[Part 3]
C Em F F G
Thankfully we'll never know
C Em F F C/E
if he was constant strong or frail,
Dm G C C
scared or brave in equal parts,
G/B Am F F G
country tanned or city pale.
C Em F G
A carefree youth or thoughtful lad,
C G F C/E
not wholly good nor wholly bad,
Dm G
a bomb does not judge how you played your part,
F G
a bullet stops a lions [Interlude] heart.
[Interlude]
C Em F F G
C Em F F C/E
Dm G C C
Am Am/G F F G
C Em F G
C G F C/E
Dm Dm Gsus4 G
F F G G
C C/E F Gsus4 G
[Part 4]
C Em F F G
With softest cloth and gentlest broom
C Em F F C/E
to sweep and wipe cathedral dust,
Dm G C C
like dried tears on this marble tomb,
G/B Am F F G
take care for he was one of us.
C Em F G
In perfect irony and grief
C G F C/E
the bride's bouquet becomes a wreath,
Dm G
and wrapped beneath dark angels folded wings,
F F Gsus4 G
Tommy Atkins rests with [Outro] kings.
[Outro]
C Em F Gsus4 G7
C
Видео клип
Основные табулатуры аккордов, бой
