Loreena McKennitt - Beneath a phrygian sky
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Tuning: E A D G B E
Am Em Am Em Am
The Ammoonlight Fit was dCancGing On the wAmaves, out on the sFea G
The Amstars of Fheaven ChovGered In a sAmhimmering galaxEmy
A vFoice from down the aGges So haAmunting in its sEmong
These Amancient sFtones will tCell Gus Our lAmove must Dmmake us stAmrong
Em Am Em
The Ambreeze it Fwrapped arCound mGe As I sAmtood there on the sFhore G
And Amlistened Fto this CvoiGce Like I've nAmever heard befEmore
Our Fbattles they may Gfind us No cAmhoice may ours to Embe
But Amhold the Fbanner CproudGly The Amtruth will Dmset us Amfree
Em Am Em Am Em Am Em
My Ammind was cFalled acCross the Gyears Of rAmages and of FstrifeG
Of Amall the Fhuman CmiseGry And Amall the waste of Emlife
We Fwondered where our GGod was In the Amface of so much Empain
I Amlooked up Fto the Cstars aGbove To Amfind you oDmnce aAmgain
Em Am Em
| Am F | C G | Am | F G |
| Am F | C G | Am | Em |
| F | G | Am | Em |
| Am F | C G | Am Dm | Am |
Em Am Em
We Amtravelled Fthe wide CocGeans Heard Ammany call your Fname G
With Amsword and gFun and hCatreGd It aAmll seemed much the sEmame
Some uFsed your name for glGory Some uAmsed it for their gaEmin
Yet when AmlibertFy lay CwantGing No lAmives were lDmost in vAmain
Em Am Em
Is it Amnot our Fplace to CwondGer As the Amsky does weep withF tearsG
And Amall the lFiving cCreatGures Look Amon with mortal Emfear
It is Fours to hold the Gbanner It is Amours to hold it Emlong
It is Amours to cFarry fCorwGard Our lAmove must mDmake us sAmtrong
Em Am Em Am Em Am Em
And Amas the wFarm wind CcarrGied Its sAmong into the Fnight G
I cAmlosed my eFyes and tCarrGied UntAmil the morning Emlight
As the Flast star it Gshimmered And the Amnew sun's day gave Embirth
It was Amin this mFagic CmomGent Came this Amprayer for Dmmother eAmarth
Em Am Em
The Ammoonlight iFt was CdanGcing On the Amwaves, out on the Fsea G
The sAmtars of Fheaven ChoGvered In a Amshimmering galaEmxy
A vFoice from down the aGges So hAmaunting in its Emsong
The Amancient sFtones will tCell Gus Our lAmove must mDmake us sAmtrong.
Em Am Em Am Em [and fade]