Song Name: | The Last Farewell | By: | Roger Whittaker |
Posted By: | Noel_Harmonica | Difficulty: | Beginner |
Key: | A | Genre: | Love |
Harp Type: | Diatonic | ||
Created: | 2008-07-08 22:07:44 | Modified: | 2008-08-31 05:08:32 |
Song: | Verse 1
-6 -6 -6 -6 -6 There's a ship, lies rigged -6 -6 -6 -6 -6 -6 -8 And read-y, in the har-bor, -6 -6 -8 -8 -9 -9 -10 -10 9 To-mor-row, for Old Eng-land, she sails, -6 -6 -6 -8 -8 -8 7 -7 7 -8 -6 Far a-way, from your land, of end-less sun-shine, -6 -6 -8 -8 -8 -8 7 -7 7 -8 To my land, full of rain-y skies and gales, 5 5 5 -5 5 -5 5 -5 5 5 7 And I shall, be a-board that ship, to-mor-row, 6 7 7 8 8 8 8 9 9 -9 -9 Though my heart is full of tears at this fare-well Chorus -9 8 -8 9 8 7 For you are beaut-i-ful 8 -9 -9 -9 8 8 -8 And I have loved you dear-ly, 8 -9 -9 -9 8 8 -8 7 -7 7 More dear-ly than the spo-ken word can tell. Verse 2 I've heard there's a wick-ed war a-blaz-ing, And the taste of war, I know so very well, Ev-en now I see, for-eign flag a-raising, Their guns, on fire, as we sail, in-to hell, I have, no fear of death, it brings no sor-row, But, how bit-ter, will be this fare-well. CHORUS Though, death and dark-ness gath-er all a-bout me, My ship be torn a-part up-on the seas, I shall smell, a-gain, the fra-grance, Of these islands, In the heav-ing waves that bought me once to thee And should I re-turn home, safe a-gain to Eng-land I shall watch the Eng-lish mist, Roll through the dell. CHORUS TO END |