Beren's Song "Running to Paradise" 1996
(J.R.R.Tolkien)
Em Am D G C H7 Em
Em H7 Em C
Farewell sweet earth and northern sky,
Am H7
Forever blest, since here did lie
Em H7 Em C
And here with lissom limbs did run
Am C D
Beneath the Moon, beneath the Sun
C G D G
Luthien Tinuviel
C G D Em
More fair than mortal tongue can tell.
O loveliest maid of elfiness,
What might of love did thee posess
To bring you here, in terror's lair?
O lissom limbs and shadowy hair!
O flawer-entwined brows so white,
O slender hands in this new light!
Though all to ruin fell the world
And were dissolved and backward hurled
Unmade into the old abyss,
Yet were its making good, for this -
The dusk, the dawn, the earth, the sea -
That Luthien for a time should be.
C G D G
Luthien Tinuviel
C A D Em Am D G D H7 Em
More fair than mortal tongue can tell.
The Song of Beren and Luthien "Running to Paradise" 1996
(J.R.R.Tolkien)
Em G A Em D C D Em
Em G
The leaves was long, the grass was green,
A Em D
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
C D G
And in the glade a light was seen
C D
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
H7 Em
Tinuviel was dancing there
D C
To music of a pipe unseen,
Em Hm
And light of stars was in her hair,
D Em
And in her raiment glimmering.
There Beren came from mountains cold,
And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the Elven-river rolled
He walked alone and sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wonder flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow following.
C D G
Enchantment healed his weary feet
C D
That over hills were doomed to roam;
G D
And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
C D Em
And grasped at moonbeams glistening.
C D G
Through woven woods in Elvenhome
C D
She lightly fled on dancing feet,
G C
And left him lonely still to roam
D Em
In the silent forest listening.
He heard there oft the flying sound
Of feet as light as linden-leaves,
Or music welling underground,
In hidden hollows quavering.
Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,
And one by one with sighing sound
Whispering fell the beechen leaves
In the wintry woodland wavering.
He sought her ever, wandering far
Where leaves of years were thickly strewn,
By light of moon and ray of star
In frosty heavens shivering.
Her mantle glinted in the moon,
As on a hill-top high and far
She danced, and at her feet was strewn
A mist of silver quivering.
When winter passed, she came again
And her song released the sudden spring,
Like rising lark, and falling rain,
And melting water bubbling.
He saw the elven-flowers spring
About her feet, and healed again
He longed by her to dance and sing
Upon the grass untroubling.
Again she fled, but swift he came.
Tinuviel! Tinuviel!
He called her by her elvish name;
And there she halted listening.
One moment stood she, and a spell
His voice laid on her: Beren came,
And doom fell on Tinuviel
That in his arms lay glistening.
As Beren looked into her eyes
Within the shadows of her hair,
The trembling starlight of the skies
He saw the mirrored shimmering.
Tinuviel the elven-fair
Immortal maiden elven-wise,
About him cast her shadowy hair
And arms like silver glimmering.
Long was the way that fate them bore,
O'er stony mountains cold and gray,
Through halls of iron and darkling door,
And woods of nightshade morrowless.
The Sundering Seas between them lay,
And yet at last they met once more,
And long ago they passed away
In the forest singing sorrowless.
Nimrodel "Running to Paradise" 1996
(J.R.R.Tolkien)
Am Em
An Elven-maid there was of old,
F C G7
A shining star by day:
Am Em
Her mantle white was hemmed with gold,
F Em Am
Her shoes of silver-grey.
Am G
A star was bound upon her brows,
F C
A light was on her hair
Dm Am
As sun upon the golden boughs
F Em Am
In Lorien the fair.
C G
Her hair was long, her limbs where white,
C D E7
And fair she was and free;
Am Em Am F
And in the wind she went as light
Dm Em Am
As leaf of linden-tree.
Beside the falls of Nimrodel,
By water clear and cool,
Her voice as falling silver fell
Into the shining pool.
Where now she wanders none can tell,
In sunlight or in shade;
For lost of yore was Nimrodel
And in the mountains strayed.
The elven-ship in haven grey
Beneath the mountain-lee
Awaited her for many a day
Beside the roaring sea.
A wind by night in Northern lands
Arose, and loud it cried,
And drove the ship from elven-strands
Across the streaming tide.
When dawn came dim the land was lost,
The mountains sinking grey
Beyond the heaving waves that tossed
Their plumes of blinding spray.
Amroth beheld the fading shore
Now low beyond the swell,
And cursed the faithless ship that bore
Him far from Nimrodel.
Of old he was an Elven-king,
A lord of tree and glen,
When golden were the boughs in spring
In fair Lothlorien.
From helm to sea they saw him leap,
As arrow from the string,
And dive into the water deep,
As mew upon the wing.
The wind was in his flowing hair,
The foam about him shone;
Afar they saw him strong and fair
Go riding like a swan.
But from the West has come no word,
And on the Hither Shore
No tidings Elven-folk heard
Of Amroth evermore.
Galadriel's Song "Running to Paradise" 1996
(J.R.R.Tolkien)
Em C D Em C Am H7
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew:
Em C D Em C D Em
Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew.
G D G C Em C D7
Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea,
G D G C Em C Hm Em
And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a golden Tree.
Beneath the stars of Ever-eve in Eldamar it shone,
In Eldamar beside the walls of Elven Tirion.
There long the golden leaves have grown upon the branching years,
While here beyond the Sundering Seas now fall the Elven-tears.
C Em G C
O Lorien! The Winter comes, the bare and leafless Day;
A Em Am D
The leaves are falling in the stream, the River flows away.
C Em G C
O Lorien! Too long I have dwelt upon this Hither Shore
A Em Am C D D7
And in a fading crown have twined the golden elanor.
Em C D Em C Am H7
But if of ships I now should sing, what ship would come to me,
Em C D7 G C Hm Em
What ship would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea?
G D G C Em C D7 G D G C Em C Hm Em
Legolas's Song "Running to Paradise" 1996
(J.R.R.Tolkien)
Am Em Am D
Am C G D
To the Sea, to the Sea! The white gulls are crying,
F Am Em Am
The wind is blowing, and the white foam is flying.
Am C G
West, west away, west away, the round sun is falling, sun is falling.
D F Am Em Am
Grey ship, grey ship, do you hear them calling.
A D Dm
The voices of my people that have gone before me?
A D E7
I will leave, I will leave the woods that bore me;
For our days are ending, days are ending and our years failing, years failing.
I will pass the wide waters lonely sailing.
Long are the waves, are the waves on the Last Shore falling, Shore falling,
Sweet are the voices in the Lost Isle calling,
In Eressea, in Elvenhome that no man can discover,
Where the leaves fall not: land of my people for ever!
To the Sea, to the Sea! To the Sea, to the Sea! The white gulls are crying,
The wind is blowing, and the white foam is flying.
The Lullaby "Running to Paradise" 1996
(J.R.R.Tolkien)
C Em C G C Em C D7
G D C G D
Sing all ye joyful, now sing all together?
G D C G
The wind's in the free-top, the wind's in the heather;
Am Em Am D
The stars are in blossom, the moon is in flower,
C D G
And bright are the windows of Night in her tower.
Dance all ye joyful, now dance all together!
Soft is the grass, and let foot be like feather!
The river is silver, the shadows are fleeting;
Merry is May-time, and merry our meeting.
G D C G D
Sing we now softly, and dreams let us weave him!
G D C G
Wind him in slumber and there let us leave him!
Am Em Am D
The wanderer sleepeth. Now soft be his pillow!
C D D7 C Em D
Lullaby! Lullaby! Alder and Willow!
G D C G D
Sigh no more Pine, till the wind of the morn!
G D C G
Fall Moon! Dark be the land!
Am Em C D
Hush! Hush! Oak, Ash, and Thorn!
Am C D C Em D
Hushed be all water, till dawn is at hand!
Rolling Down the Hole "Running to Paradise" 1996
(J.R.R.Tolkien)
D G C D
D G
Roll-roll-roll-roll,
C A7
Roll-roll-rolling down the hole
D G
Heave ho! Splash plump!
C A D
Down they go, down they bump!
D C
Down the swift dark stream you go
D C
Back to lands you once did know!
Em A
Leave the halls and caverns deep,
Em A
Leave the northern mountains steep,
Where the forest wide and dim
Stoops in shadow grey and grim!
Float beyond the world of trees
Out into the whispering breeze,
Past the rushes, past the reeds,
Past the marsh's waving weeds,
Through the mist that riseth white
Up from mere and pool at night!
Follow, follow stars that leap
Up the heavens cold and steep;
Turn when dawn comes over land,
Over rapid, over sand,
South away! and South away!
Seek the sunlight and the day,
Back to pasture, back to mead,
Where the kine and oxen feed!
Em F#7
Back to gardens on the hills
Em F#7
Where the berry swells and fills
H7 Em
Under sunlight, under day!
G A7
South away! and South away!
D C
Down the swift dark stream you go
D C
Back to lands you once did know!
The Hosting of the Sidhe "Running to Paradise" 1996
(W.B.Yeats)
Em D A C Hm Em
Em G Am
The host is riding from Knocknarea
C D Em
And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare;
G Am
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
C D Em
And Niamh calling Away, come away.
F Em Am
Empty your heart of its mortal dream.
F Em Am
The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,
F G Am
Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound,
F G A
Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam,
D Am
Our arms are waving, out lips are apart;
D Am
And if any gaze on our rushing band,
D Am
We come between him and the deed of his hand,
C D Em
We come between him and the hope of his heart.
The host is rushing 'twixt night and day,
And where is there hope or deed as fair?
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling Away, come away.
And if any gaze on our rushing band,
We come between him and the deed of his hand,
We come between him and the hope of his heart.
He mours for the Change...[/color] [color=purple]"Running to Paradise" 1996
Am Am/g Am/f E7 Am Am/g Am/f E7 Am C Dm E7
Am Am/g F C E7
Do you not hear me calling, white dear with no horns?
Am Am/g F C E7
I have been changed to a hound with one red ear;
Am G F C G
I have been in the Path of Stones and in the Wood of Thorns,
D Dm F E
For somebody hid hatred and hope and desire and fear
Under my feet so they follow you night and day.
A man with a hazel wand came without sound;
He changed me suddenly; I was looking another way;
And now my calling is but the calling of a hound;
Am Am/g Am/f E7 Am Am/g Am/f E7 Am C Dm E7 C D E Am C D E Am F C Gm Dm Dm/c E7
And Time and Birth and Change are hurrying by.
I would for the Boar without bristles had come from the West
And had rooted the sun and moon and stars out of the sky
And lay in the darkness, grunting, and turning to his rest.
Am Am/g Am/f E7
The Song of Wandering Aengus "Running to Paradise" 1996
(W.B.Yeats)
Am Am/g Am Am/g F Em
Am F
I went out to the hazel wood,
G Am
Because a fire was in my head,
F
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
G Am
And hooked a berry to a thread;
G C
And when white moths were on the wing,
F Dm
And moths-like stars were flickering our,
Am E G F
I dropped the berry in a stream
Em Am
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her head
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
G C
And walk among long dappled grass,
F Dm D
And pluck till time and times are done
Am E G D F
The silver apples of the moon,
Em Am
The golden apples of the sun.
The Unappeasable Host "Running to Paradise" 1996
(W.B.Yeats)
Hm Hm/a G D A
The Danaan children laugh, in cradles of wrought gold,
Hm Hm/a G D A
And clap their hands together, and half close their eyes,
Hm Hm/a C Em A
For they will ride the North when the ger-eagle flies,
Hm Hm/a G F# G F#
With heavy whitening wings, and a heart fallen cold
I kiss my wailing child and press it to my breast,
And hear the narrow graves calling my child and me,
Desolate wind that cry over the wandering sea;
Desolate wind that hover in the flaming West;
Desolate wind that beats the doors of Heaven, and beat
The doors of Hell and blow there many a whimpering ghost;
O heart that winds have shaken, the unappeasable host
Is comelier than candles at Mother Mary's feet.
The Host of the Air
(W.B.Yeats)
Dm Am Dm
O'Driscoll drove with a song
Am Dm
The wild duck and the drake
C Dm
From the tall and the tufted reeds
G Am Dm
Of the drear Hart Lake.
Dm C Dm
And he saw how the reeds grew dark
C Dm
At the coming of night-tide,
C Dm
And dreamed of the long dim hair
G Am Dm
Of Bridget his bride.
Gm C
He heard while he sang and dreamed
Gm C
A piper piping away,
F G
And never was piping so sad,
Am Dm C Dm C
And never was piping so gay.
And he saw young men and young girls
Who danced on a level place,
And Bridget his bride among them,
With a sad and a gay face.
The dancers crowded about him
And many a sweet thing said,
And a young man brought him red wine
And a young girl white bread.
But Bridget drew him by the sleeve
Away from the merry bands,
To old men playing at cards
With a twinkling of ancient hands.
The bread and the wine had a doom,
For these were the host of the air;
He sat and played in a dream
Of her long dim hair.
He played with the merry old men
And thought not of evil chance,
Until one bore Bridget his bride
Away from the merry dance.
He bore her away in his arms,
The handsomest young man there,
And his neck and his breast and his arms
Were drowned in her long dim hair.
O'Driscoll scattered the cards
And out of his dream awoke:
Old men and young men and young girls
Were gone like a drifting smoke;
Gm C
But he heard high up in the air
Gm C
A piper piping away,
F C G
And never was piping so sad,
Am Dm
And never was piping so gay.
The Black Tower "Running to Paradise" 1996
(W.B.Yeats)
Em F
Say that the men of the old black tower,
Em F
Though they but feed as the goatherd feeds,
C G
Their money spent, their wine gone sour,
F Em F Em F
Lack nothing that a soldier needs,
Em A
That all are oath-bound men:
Em A
Those banners come not in.
C Em
There in the tomb stand the dead upright,
C D Em
But winds come up from the shore:
C D G
They shake when the winds roar,
A Em F Em F
Old bones upon the mountain shake.
Those banners come to bribe or threaten,
Or whisper that a man's a fool
Who, when his own right king's forgotten,
Cares what king sets up his rule.
If he died long ago
Why do you dread us so?
There in the tomb drops the faint moonlight,
But wind comes up from the shore:
They shake when the winds roar,
Old bones upon the mountain shake.
The tower's old cook that must climb and clamber
Catching small birds in the dew of the morn
When we hale men lie stretched in slumber
Swears that he hears the king's great horn.
But he's a lying hound:
Stand we on guard oath-bound!
There in the tomb the dark grows blacker,
But wind comes up from the shore:
They shake when the winds roar,
Old bones upon the mountain shake.
September 1913 "Running to Paradise" 1996
(W.B.Yeats)
Em C
What need you, being come to sence,
G D
But fumble in a greasy till
Em C
And add the halfpence to the pence
G D
And prayer to shivering prayer, until
Em F# Hm D
You have dried the marrow from the bone?
A
For men were born to pray and save:
C D Am
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
C D Em
It's with O'Leary in the grave.
C D G
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
C D Em
It's with O'Leary in the grave.
Yet they were of a different kind,
The names that stilled your childish play,
The have gone about the world like wind,
But little time had they to pray
For whom the hangman's rope was spun,
And what, God help us, could thay save?
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
It's with O'Leary in the grave.
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
It's with O'Leary in the grave.
Was it for this the wild geese spread
The grey wind upon every tide;
For this that all that blood was shed,
For this Edward Fitzgerald died,
And Robert Emmet and Wolfe Tone,
All that delirium of the brave?
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
It's with O'Leary in the grave.
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
It's with O'Leary in the grave.
Yet could we turn the years again,
And call these exiles as they were
In all their loneliness and pain,
You'd cry, "Some woman's yellow hair
Has maddened every mother's son"
They weighed so lightly what they gave.
But let them be, they're dead and gone,
They're with O'Leary in the grave.
But let them be, they're dead and gone,
They're with O'Leary in the grave.
I am of Ireland "Running to Paradise" 1996
(W.B.Yeats)
D C
"I am of Ireland,
G D
And the Holy Land of Ireland,
Em C
And time runs on," cried she.
Em C
"Come out of charity,
Am C D C G D
Come dance with me in Ireland."
D C
One man, one man alone
G D
In that outlandish gear,
D C
One solitary man
G D
Of all that rambled there
Am D
Has turned his stately head.
Am D
That is a long way off,
Em
"And time runs on," he said,
C A
"And the night grows rough."
"I am of Ireland,
And the Holy Land of Ireland,
And time runs on," cried she.
"Come out of charity,
And dance with me in Ireland."
"The fiddlers are all thumbs,
Or the fiddle-string accursed,
The drums and the kettledrums
And the trumpets all are burst,
And the trombone," cried he,
"The trumpet and trombone,"
And cocked a malicious eye,
"But time runs on, runs on."
"I am of Ireland,
And the Holy Land of Ireland,
And time runs on," cried she.
"Come out of charity,
And dance with me in Ireland."
Under the Moon "Running to Paradise" 1996
(W.B.Yeats)
A E F#m C#m
I have no happiness in dreaming of Brycelinde,
F#m E Am G
Nor Avalon the grass-green hollow, nor Joyous Isle,
C G E Am
Where one found Lancelot crazed and hid him for a while;
G F E
Nor Ulad, when Naoise had thrown his sail upon the wind;
Nor lands that seem to dim to be burdens on the heart:
Land-under-Wave, where out of the moon's light and the sun's
Seven old sisters wind the threads of the long-lived ones,
Land-of-the-Tower, where Aengus has thrown the gates apart,
And Wood-of-Wonders, where one kills an ox at dawn,
To find it when night falls laid on a golden bier.
Therein are many queens like Branwen and Guinevere;
And Niamh and Laban and Fand, who could change to an otter or fawn,
A E F#m C#m
And the wood-woman, whose lover was changed to a blue-eyed hawk;
F#m E Am G
And whether I go in my dreams by woodland, or dun, or shore,
C G E Am
Or on the unpeopled waves with kings to pull at the oar,
F E Am E
I hear the harp-string praise them, or hear their mournful talk.
Am F Am G
Because of something told under the famished horn
Cm G# Cm B
Of the hunter's moon, that hung between the night and the day,
D# B G Cm
To dream of women whose beauty was folded in dismay,
B G# G C
Even in an old story, is a burden not to be borne.
The Withering of the Boughs "Running to Paradise" 1996
(W.B.Yeats)
Dm C Dm
I cried when the moon was murmuring to the birds:
C Dm
"Let peewit call and curlew cry where they will,
Gm F C
I long for your merry and tender and pitiful words,
Gm B
For the roads are unending, and there is no place to my mind."
Dm A B C
The honey-pale moon lay down on the sleepy hill,
Gm C F Dm
And I fell asleep upon lonely Echtge of streams.
Gm C F Dm
No boughs have withered because of the wintry wind;
Gm C
The boughs have withered because,
G B
The boughs have withered because,
Am Dm Am C Dm B Am C
I have told them my dreams.
I know of the leafy paths that the witches take
Who come with their crowns of pearl and their spindles of wool,
And their secret smile, out of the depths of the lake;
I know where a dim moon drifts, where the Danaan kind
Wind and unwind dancing when the light grows cool
On the island lawns, their feet where the pale foam gleams.
No boughs have withered because of the wintry wind;
The boughs have withered because,
The boughs have withered because,
I have told them my dreams.
I know of the sleepy country, where swans fly round
Coupled with golden chains, and sing as they fly.
A king and a queen are wandering there, and the sound
Has made them so happy and hopeless, so deaf and so blind
With wisdom, they wander till all the years have gone by;
I know, and the curlew and peewit on Echtge of streams.
No boughs have withered because of the wintry wind;
The boughs have withered because,
The boughs have withered because,
I have told them my dreams.
Running to Paradise "Running to Paradise" 1996
(W.B.Yeats)
Em Hm
As I came over Windy Gap
D Am
They threw a halfpenny into my cap,
G C D
For I am running to Paradise;
G D
And all that I need do is to wish
Am C
And somebody puts his hand into dish
Em Hm
To throw me a bit of salted fish:
D Em
And there the king is but as the beggar.
My brother Mourteen is worn out
In skelping his big brawling lout,
And I am running to Paradise;
A poor life, do what he can,
And though he keep a dog and a gun,
A serving-maid and a serving-man:
And there the king is but as the beggar.
Poor men have grown to be rich men,
And rich men grown to be poor again,
And I am running to Paradise;
And many a darling wit's grown dull
That tossed a bare heel when at school
Now it has filled an old sock full:
And there the king is but as the beggar.
The wind is old and still at play
While I must hurry upon my way,
For I am running to Paradise;
Yet never have I lit on a friend
To take my fancy like the wind
That nobody can buy or bind:
And there the king is but as the beggar.
Master of the Wind "Master of the Mill" 2004
(Manowar)
Em
In the silence of the darkness
D Em
When all are fast asleep
I live inside a dream calling to your spirit
D Em
As a sail calls the wind, hear the angel sing
Far beyond the sun across the western sky
Reach into the blackness find a silver line
In a voice I whisper a candle in the night
We'll carry all our dreams on a single beam of light
C H7 C H7
Close your eyes, look into the dream
C H7 C H7
Winds of change will winds of fortune bring
Em C G D
Fly away to a rainbow in the sky
Em C G H7
Gold is at the end for each of us to find
Em C G D
There the road begins where another one will end
Em C H7
Here the four winds know who will break and who will bend
C D Em
All to be the master of the wind
Falling stars now light my way
My life was written on the wind
Clouds above, clouds below
High ascend the dream within
When the wind fills the sky the clouds will move aside
And there will be the road to all our dreams
For any day that stings two better days it brings
Nothing is as bad as it seems
Close your eyes, look into the dream
Winds of change will winds of fortune bring
Fly away to a rainbow in the sky
Gold is at the end for each of us to find
There the road begins where another one will end
Here the four winds know who will break and who will bend
All to be the master of the wind
The Host of the Air "Running to Paradise" 1996
(W.B.Yeats)
Dm Am Dm
O'Driscoll drove with a song
Am Dm
The wild duck and the drake
C Dm
From the tall and the tufted reeds
G Am Dm
Of the drear Hart Lake.
Dm C Dm
And he saw how the reeds grew dark
C Dm
At the coming of night-tide,
C Dm
And dreamed of the long dim hair
G Am Dm
Of Bridget his bride.
Gm C
He heard while he sang and dreamed
Gm C
A piper piping away,
F G
And never was piping so sad,
Am Dm C Dm C
And never was piping so gay.
And he saw young men and young girls
Who danced on a level place,
And Bridget his bride among them,
With a sad and a gay face.
The dancers crowded about him
And many a sweet thing said,
And a young man brought him red wine
And a young girl white bread.
But Bridget drew him by the sleeve
Away from the merry bands,
To old men playing at cards
With a twinkling of ancient hands.
The bread and the wine had a doom,
For these were the host of the air;
He sat and played in a dream
Of her long dim hair.
He played with the merry old men
And thought not of evil chance,
Until one bore Bridget his bride
Away from the merry dance.
He bore her away in his arms,
The handsomest young man there,
And his neck and his breast and his arms
Were drowned in her long dim hair.
O'Driscoll scattered the cards
And out of his dream awoke:
Old men and young men and young girls
Were gone like a drifting smoke;
Gm C
But he heard high up in the air
Gm C
A piper piping away,
F C G
And never was piping so sad,
Am Dm
And never was piping so gay.
