C E 3 A 3 D 5 G 5 B 5 E 3 E 0 A 3 D 2 G 0 B 1 E 0
F 3 3 3 5 6 5 OR 1 3 3 2 1 1
G 3 5 5 4 3 3 3 2 0 0 3 3
Am x 0 2 2 1 0 x 0 2 2 1 0
(Prefered Set) (Easier Set)
___________________part 1_____________________________part 2________
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Am G C | F C G Am
Repeat two times the whole thing, then play four times the part 2.
You can even add some arpeggios to make it sound better, but pick the
melodic line's notes louder.
So here are the lyrics (and chords as well)
Am Beloved, gaze in thine o G wn heart C
The F holy tr C ee is growing G there Am
>From Am joy the holy G branches C start
And F all the tr C embling G flowers Am they bear
Am The changing colors G of its fruit C
Have F dowered C the stars w G ith merr Am y light
The Am surety of its G hidden r C oot
F Has planted qu C ie G t in the n Am ight
The F shak C ing of i G ts lea Am fy head
Has F given the wave C s their G melody Am
And F made my C lips and G music Am wed
Mur F muring a wiza C rd song fo G r thee Am
(part 1 and 2)
There the Loves a circle go
The flaming circle of our days
Gyring, spiring to and fro
In those great ignorant leafy ways
(part 2 only)
Remembering all that stroken hair
And how the wingled sandal dart
Thine eye grow full of tender cares
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart
(part 1 and 2)
Gaze no more in the bitter glass
The demons with their subbtle guile
Lift up before us when they pass
Or only gaze a little while
(part 2 only)
For there a fatal image grows
That the stormy night receives
Roots half hidden under snows
Broken boughs and blackened leaves
(part 1 and 2)
For all things turns to bareness
In the dim glass the demon hold
The glass of outer weariness
Made when God slept in time of old
(part 2 only)
There, through the broken branches, go
The ravens of unrestiung thought
Flying, crying, to and fro
Cruel claws and hungry throat
Or else they stand and sniff the wind
And shake their ragged wings : alas !
Thy tender eyes grow all unkind
Gaze no more in the bitter glass
(part 1 and 2)
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart
The holy tree is growing there
>From joy the holy branches start
And all the trembling flowers they bear
(part 2 only)
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the winged sandal care
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart
Enjoy this beautiful celtic song...
Loreena McKennitt
