Am                          G                   Em            Am
Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
                          G                Em          Am
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
                         G                   F        Dm  Em
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
      Am                    G               Em        Am
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?

          C           Am          G                Am          G
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
    Am        C C/B Am   F      G               Em         Am
The days have gone  down in the West behind the hills into shadow.

          C          F     F/E    Am        G
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
Am   C        Em      F             G     Em Am
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?

Am                          G                   Em            Am
Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
                          G                Em          Am
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
                         G                   F        Dm  Em
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
      Am                    G               Em        Am
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?

          C           Am          G                Am          G
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
    Am        C C/B Am   F      G               Em         Am
The days have gone  down in the West behind the hills into shadow.

          C          F     F/E    Am        G
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
Am   C        Em      F             G     Em Am
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?