Hợp âm The Vineyard

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[Verse 1]
[G]The golden sun is ever gentle in the
[A]valley of making
Where it's [D]the middle of the autumn
when it [G]isn't high spring
There are men of many colours
and [A]women of all races
Wearing [D]white, white linen
And [G]smiles on their faces
Blue rose
[C#dim][D]

[Verse 2]
There are [G]roses round the edges
of the [A]grand property
The words [D]"Labor, Ardor,
Langdor" are its [G]lovely trinity
And when you see just how they dress
and how [A]they speak and act too
Well all you'll [D]want to do is dress
up in their [G]white linen too

[Verse 3]
[G]Blue rose and drew the [A]curtain
[C#dim]back on the morn[D]ing

[Verse 4]
And you said [Em]holly- hey,
and with a teary [A]tilt
For you were rudely [D]made,
and [Em]shoddy [C]bui[D]lt
Between [A]the thumb and
[Em]the forefinger
[A]Barefoot pressed, he hoists his [D]trouser leg
She lifts her dress

[Verse 5]
O these [G]men of many colors in
their [A]creamy white suits
With their [D]different colored hands
dig in [G]the soil for their roots
Of the dreamy conversation that
[A]the slender women make
As [D]they sip from slender glasses
by [G]the vineyard lake

[Verse 6]
Blue rose and drew the [C#dim]curtain
[A]back on the [D]morning
Blue [G]rose [A]and every little thing
was guilt and [D]suffering no [G]more
If you [A]could see the people laughing and
not hear the sound it makes
Then you could [D]keep the good opinion
that [G]the tone of voice takes
If you could [A]see the people laughing and not
here the sound it [C#dim]makes it go
[D]

[Verse 7]
There's a [G]woman there among them who with [A]red,
red eyes
Says you [D]haven't been working
hard [G]enough on your lies
The golden sun is ever gentle and
one [A]lie follows another in
[D]The only way to get there is [G]by singing brother,
singing
There are women of all races,
men in [A]white, white linen
And the [D]only way to get there is to sing [G]sister,
sing sister, sing

[Verse 8]
And draw the [A]curtain back
on the [D]morning
[G]Blue rose an[Em]d every [A]little thing was
guilt and [D]suffering no more
Blue [G]rose and drew the [A]curtain
back on the [D]morning

[Verse 9]
Where [G]the wars were not for wearing
[A]The ghettoes never [C#dim]got
[A]To each [D]lonely, lonely person their own [G]shovel,
their own plot
Have you ever heard a rattle way
on [A]down when people sigh
Way on [D]down the silly rattle says
you're [G]happy when you [G]die