Ichabod
Mark Erelli
Am
(início)
Am G Dm Am G Dm Am G Dm Am
Verse 1
So fallen, so lost, the light withdrawn
G
Which once he wore
Dm
The glory from his grey hair gone
Am
ForevermoreVerse 2
Revile him not, the Tempter hath G A snare for all Dm And pitying tears, not scorn or wrath Am Befit his fall
Verse 3
Oh, dumb be passion's stormy rage
G
When he who might
Dm
Have lighted up and led his age
Am
Falls back in nightVerse 4
Scorn, would the angels laugh to mark G A bright soul driven Dm Fiend goaded down the endless dark Am From hope and heaven
Verse 5
Let not the land once proud of him G Insult him now Dm Nor brand with deeper shame his dim Am Dishonoured brow
Verse 6
But let its humbled sons instead
G
From sea to lake
Dm
A long lament, as for the dead
Am
In sadness makeVerse 7
Of all we loved and honoured
G
Naught save power remains
Dm
A fallen angel's pride of thought
Am
Still strong in chainsVerse 8
All else is gone from those great eyes
G
The soul has fled
Dm
When faith is lost, when honour dies
Am
The man is deadVerse 9
Then pay the reverence of old days G To his dead fame Dm Walk backward with averted gaze Am And hide the shame
Cifra adaptada de fontes públicas. Direitos da composição pertencem aos autores e gravadoras originais. Esta página é parte do projeto educacional Mania de Músico.

