Village Song chords by Paris Paloma

• Difficulty: Beginner

Key: C

Verse 1:

Am       C/G        F
  The farmer's wife cooks at the window
       G         C
In that small cottage under the willow
     Am           F
Over the river, so freezing, so cold

F

Am        C/G       F
  In that white house up on the hill
           G
Where a man saw a way out
        C
And took it he did
        Am
A family moved in
          F
I don't think they know

F

Chorus:

    F              C
And the blackberry juice drips like blood on the leaves
    Am             G
And the blood on the fox drips like dew from its teeth
    F              C
And the dew in the field falls like petals, so sweet
    Am            G
And the petals they fall and turn brown
   Dm   Am/C
At my feet
C          G/B       Dm   Am/C
 And the rhythms of autumn wash over me
C          G


Verse 2:

Am     C/G          F
  When I return from the city to home
       G
I pass by the churchyard
        C
He's standing alone
       Am          F
That elderly man whose wife I did know

F

Am         C/G            F
  Her mother, grandmother, great-grandmother too
         G           C
All sleep side by side beneath the green dew
       Am               F
That elderly man thinks that he'll join them soon

F

Chorus:

    F             C
And the apples they fall like the shells from the guns
    Am          G
And the shotgun it misses the hare when he runs
    F               C
And he moves like the wind with cold air in his lungs
    Am             G
And his little warm heart beats in fear
    Dm   Am/C
Like a drum

C          G/B

    F             C
And the night it draws in like the hand that will fall
     Am             G
With its scythen black curtain make tombs of us all
    F            C
And the sun's little visits are starting to shorten
    Am              G
And the village it lives through the rhythms of autumn


Bridge:

    F             C
And the creatures die at the hand of those who kill
    Am            G
And the leaves will decay by the winters that chill
  F             C
And some will pass on by their own desperate will
   Am             G
Just like that man in the white house on the hill


Chorus:

    F              C
And the blackberry juice drips like blood on the leaves
    Am             G
And the blood on the fox drips like dew from its teeth
    F              C
And the dew in the field falls like petals, so sweet
    Am            G
And the petals they fall and turn brown
   Dm   Am/C
At my feet
C          G/B       Dm   Am/C
 And the rhythms of autumn wash over me
C          G       N.C.
 And the rhythms of autumn watch over me