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?
