Tonart: B minor
Verse 1
Dm
C
Bb
Dm
C
Bb
Dm
C
Bb
Dm
The Weaver
C
Bb
Dm
The weaver came on Monday
Bb
Dm
Left a bowl of porridge
C
to tempt me down to sup
Bb
F
But I wouldn't eat it, I wouldn't eat it,
Am
Dm
I let it stand all day
Am
Bb
When night came,
Dm
C
swirled the porridge away
Bb
C
Dm
C
Bb
Dm
C
Bb
Dm
A cob bler came on Tuesday,
C
with hands as rough as toads
Bb
Dm
Left behind an iron -shot claw,
C
to help me down the road
Bb
But I wouldn't done it,
Am
Dm
my dancing days are through
Am
Bb
When night came,
Dm
C
wrecked the clog in
Bb
Dm
C
Bb
Dm
two
C
Bb
Dm
The lark -man came on Wednesday,
C
he crept from the mist like a thief
Bb
Dm
Left a lark, shut in a cage,
Bb
F
But I wouldn't heed it, I didn't need it,
Am
to ease my day along
Bb
C
When night came, the blackness came,
Dm
C
Bb
C
Dm
C
Bb
Dm
and put an end to its song
C
Bb
Dm
A butcher came on Thursday,
C
dressed in blue and red and white
Bb
Dm
Left behind a leg of lamb,
Bb
But I wouldn't touch it,
Am
Dm
I let that meat alone
Am
Bb
C
When night fell, the ravens fell,
Dm
C
Bb
And picked it clean to the
C
Dm
C
Bb
Dm
bone.
C
Bb
Dm
A hiker came on Friday,
C
Bb
He rested for a spell,
Dm
Left behind a loaf of bread,
C
And waved a one farewell.
Bb
F
But I wouldn't cut it, I wouldn't cut it,
Am
Food for me is dust.
Bb
C
When I came, the worms came up,
Dm
C
nuzzled it down to the
Bb
C
Dm
C
Bb
Dm
crust.
C
Bb
Dm
On Saturday, a pack -horse man
C
came up the stony hill,
Bb
Dm
Left a roll of Worcester
C
to keep me from the chill.
Bb
F
But I wouldn't wear it, I wouldn't wear it,
Am
Dm
the spoils of double theft.
Am
Bb
When I came,
Dm
C
Bb
C
Dm
C
Bb
Dm
soaked it warm and wet.
C
Bb
Dm
A parson came on Sunday,
C
he squatted down to pray,
Bb
Left a lighted candle
Dm
C
to keep the night at bay.
Bb
F
But I didn't want it, I didn't want it,
Am
I do not fear the dark.
Bb
C
When I came, the wind came by,
Dm
C
Bb
snuffed the pewning spark
F
C
I am the dam that bursts at midnight,
Bb
F
flooding the town in the valley
Bb
Am
I am the blade that shines out sharp,
Dm
Gm
C
in the short cut through the alley
Bb
Am
Dm
I am the bolt from heaven,
Bb
F
that strikes when the sky is blue
Am
Bb
C
You seem to have need of me, my friend,
Dm
C
Bb
But I have no need of you.
Wie hat dir der Song gefallen?
TunerE A D G B E
Akkorde & SongtexteDm C Bb F Am...
Mehr Songs von Bob Pegg
Entdecke Akkorde für mehr Songs zum Spielen
Ähnliche Songs
Entdecke Akkorde für mehr Songs zum Spielen
4.8
Beliebte Akkorde weltweit
Meistgespielte Akkorde & Tabs aller Nutzer
Neu hinzugefügt
Kürzlich hinzugefügte Akkorde & Tabs