Fairport Convention - Celtic moon

There's a ^Glady who ^Ccarries a ^Dburden And the ^Glines on her ^Cface tell it ^Dall She re^Gmembers ^Chearing sad ^Dstories But still ^Gdances at ^CMemory ^DHall

And the ^Amstars would come ^Bmout just to ^Csee her ^D And the ^Cclouds blew away all too^D soon Her ^Gface lit the ^Cheavens a^Dbove her She was ^Ghelped by the ^CCeltic ^DMoon Celtic ^GMoo^Cn..^D Celtic ^GMoo^Cn..^D

Once a ^Gyoung girl, with ^Crings on her ^Dfingers Given to ^Gher by a ^Cboy she once ^Dloved ^GBarefoot, they ^Csat by the ^Driver Sharing ^Gsecrets with ^Cgod up a^Dbove

And the ^Amstars would come ^Bmout just to ^Csee her ^D And the ^Cclouds blew away all too^D soon Her ^Gface lit the ^Cheavens a^Dbove her She was ^Ghelped by the ^CCeltic ^DMoon Celtic ^GMoo^Cn..^D Celtic ^GMoo^Cn..^D Celtic ^GMoo^Cn..^D Celtic ^GMoo^Cn..^D

On a cold night by the ^Droadside she ^Erested ^APale was her ^Dskin, tired and ^Eworn Her ^Abeauty had ^Dfaded through ^Egrieving She was ^Atoo tired to ^Dweep, too tired to ^Emourn

And the ^Bmstars would come ^C#mout just to ^Dsee her ^E And the ^Dclouds blew away all too^E soon Her ^Aface lit the ^Dheavens a^Ebove her She was ^Ahelped by the ^DCeltic ^EMoon Celtic ^AMoo^Dn..^E Celtic ^AMoo^Dn..^E Celtic ^AMoo^Dn..^E Celtic ^AMoo^Dn..^E