Hợp âm Epistle No. 81

Lời & hợp âm

[Verse 1]
[D]Mar[G]k h[Gm]ow our shadow[A],
[A5]Mark[A] Movits mom fr[G]ere
[Gm]One small [Eb]darkness enc[D]loses[Gm]
How gold and [A5]purple that
[G]shovel [Gm]there[Eb]
[Gm]To r[G]ags [Gm]and [G]rubb[C]ish dis [Bb]poses
[G][A5]

[Verse 2]
[Bb]Charon beckons from
[F]tumultuous wav[G]es
Then [Gm]trice this ancient
[D]digger of [Gm]graves
For thee [G]ne'er grape
[Gm]skin shall [D]glister[G]
Wherefore [A]my [A5]Movits come
[G]help [Gm]me to r[Eb]aise[G]
A gravestone [C]over our [D]sister
[G][Gm][D]

[Verse 3]
[G]Even de [Gm]siro[A5]us
[A]and mod[G]est adobe
[Gm]Under the [Eb]sighing [D]branches[Gm]
Where time [G]and [A]death,
a [G]marriage [Gm]fore [Eb]bode[G]
Twixt beauty and [C]ugliness [Bb]ashes
[G][A]

[Verse 4]
[Bb]
To thee ne'er jealousy
[F]findeth her [G]way
Nor happi[Gm]ness footstep,
[D]swift to [G]stray
Flitteth [Gm]amid these [D]barrows[Gm]
E'en enmity [A5]armed,
[A]as tho[G]u seest thi[Gm]s day[Eb][Gm]
Pi[G]ously [C]breaketh her [D]ar row

[Interlude 1]
[G][Gm][C]
[Gm][G][Gm][D][Gm][D][Gm][D][G]

[Verse 5]
The little bell [A5]echoes [A]the
[G]great [Gm]bells [G]groan
Robed in [Gm]the d[Eb]oor the
pre[D]centor[Gm]
Noisome [A]with [G]quiristers pray
[Gm]erful moan[Eb][Gm]
Blesses [C]those, [Bb]who e[G]nt[A]er[Bb]

[Verse 6]
The way to [Bb]this templed
[F]city of [G]tombs
Climbs [Gm]amid roses [D]yellowing
[Gm]blooms
Fragments of mouldering [D]biers[Gm]
'Til black-clad each each [A5]mourner,
[A]His [G]station [Gm]assume[Eb]s[Gm]
Bows there [C]deeply in [Bb]tears[Gm][D]