Time To Remember The Poor chords and lyrics - WATERSON:CARTHY

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[Verse 1]
[B]Cold [Em]winter [G]is [Em]come [G]with its [Em]cold,
[G]chilling breath
An[B]d the l[D]eaves are all
[Em]gone [D]from the [B]trees
And [Em]gold seems touched
by the finger [D]of [G]death
An[B]d the s[D]treams are
beginning [Em]to f[D]reez[B]e
When the [G]unwont 'n lads o
'er the [D]rivers slide,
When [Em]flora returns us no [B]more,
When in plenty you are sitting
by a [Em]warm [D]fireside,[G]
[B]That's the [C]time [B]to remember the [Em]poor.
The [B]cold [Em]feathered snow [B]will in plen[Em]ty desce[D]nd[G],
and [D]whiten the [Em]prospect[D]s around.[B]
The [Em]keen cutting [B]wind from the [Em]north [D]will as[G]cend,
and [D]cover it over the [B]ground.
When the [G]hills and the dales
are all [D]candied with white,
And the [Em]rivers are froze on the [B]shore,
When the [Em]bright twinkling stars
they proclaim a [D]cold [G]night,
[B]That's the [C]time [B]to remember the [Em]poor.
[B]The [Em]poor timid [B]hare through
the [Em]woods [G]may be traced
[D]With her footsteps indented in the
[B]snow
When our [Em]lips and our [B]fingers are [Em]dangling
[D]with col[G]d, and[B] the mar[D]ksman
of [Em]shoot[D]ing does [B]go.
When the [G]poor robin red -breast
ap[B]proaches [D]your cot,
[G]and the [Em]icicles hang at the [B]door,
and when your [Em]bowl smokes,
reviving [D]and [G]hot,
[B]That's the [C]time [B]to
remember [Em]the p[B]oo[Em]r.
[G]The tha[B]w sha[Em]ll ensue,
[B]and the [Em]waters [G]increase,
[B]And the [D]rivers vehemently [B]grow.
The [G]fish [Em]from ob[B]livion
ob[Em]tains [D]its re[G]lease,
An[D]d in danger the travellers g[B]o.
When your [G]minds are annoyed
by the [D]wide swelling flood,
And your [Em]bridges are used for the [B]moor,
When in plenty you en[Em]joy
everything [D]that is [G]good,
Do you [C]grumble [B]to think of the [Em]poor?
[B]The [Em]time will [B]come when our
[Em]Saviour [D]on ear[G]th,
[B]All the [D]world shall [G]agree with one [B]voice,
All [Em]na tions u[B]nite to salu[Em]te the
[G]Blessed
One,
And the [D]whole of the earth shall re[B]joice
When
[G]Brindis deprived of [D]his king's sting
And the [Em]grave rules triumphant no [B]more
Saints, angels, and [Em]men,
Alle[Em]luia, [D]shall [G]sing
[B]Then the rich [B]must remember the [Em]poor.