Ballad of st. anne's ree

Ballad Of St. Anne's Ree 

Artiest: The Dubliners 
Album: 25 Years Celebration 
Capo:  
Tuning: E-A-D-G-B-E 
uitgezocht door: kjk 

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G  = 3-2-0-0-0-3
C  = X-3-2-0-1-0
D  = X-X-0-2-3-2
Em = 0-2-2-0-0-0


Verse:
       G
He was stranded in a tiny town on 
C                  G
Fair Prince Edward Island 
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Waiting for a ship to come and find him 
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A one horse place, a friendly face, 
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Some coffee and a tiny trace 
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Of fiddlin' in the distance far behind him.

Verse:
A dime across the counter then, 
Aa shy hello, a brand new friend 
A walk along the street in the wintry weather 
A yellow light, an open door, and a 
"Welcome friend, there's room for more 
And then they're standing there inside together.

Refrein:
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He said, "I've heard that tune before somewhere 
      G
But I can't remember when, 
       D
Was it on some other friendly shore, 
       G              Em
Ddid I hear it on the wind 
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Was it written on the sky above, 
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I think I heard it from someone I love 
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But I never heard a sound so sweet since then.


Solo: G | C G | G | C G | G C | D G | G C | D G


Verse:
And now his feet begin to tap, 
A little boy says, "I'll take your hat." 
He's caught up in the magic of her smile 
And leap the heart within him went, 
As off across the floor he sent 
His clumsy body, graceful as a child.

Refrein:
He said, "There's magic in the fiddler's arms 
And there's magic in this town 
There's magic in the dancers' feet 
Aand the way they put them down 
People smiling everywhere, 
Boots and ribbons, locks of hair 
Laughter, old blue suits and Easter gowns."


Solo: G | C G | G | C G | G C | D G | G C | D G


Verse:
The sailor's gone, the room is bare, 
Tthe old piano's setting there 
Someone's hat's left hanging on the rack 
The empty chair, the wooden floor that 
Feels the touch of shoes no more 
Awaitin' for the dancers to come back.

Refrein
And the fiddle's in the closet of 
Some daughter of the town 
The strings are broke, the bow is gone 
And the cover's buttoned down 
But sometimes on December nights, 
When the air is cold and the wind is right 
A melody comes driftin' through the town. 


Solo: D | G D | D | G D | D G | C D | D G | C D 2X