Village Song Ukulele chords by Paris Paloma

• Difficulty: Beginner

Key: A

Verse 1:
A      D          A
The farmer's wife cooks at the window
       D         A
In that small cottage under the willow
     D           A
Over the river, so freezing, so cold

A

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

Chorus:
    D              A
And the blackberry juice drips like blood on the leaves
    D              A
And the blood on the fox drips like dew from its teeth
    E              D
And the dew in the field falls like petals, so sweet
    E              D     E    C
And the petals they fall and turn brown at my feee-ee-eeet
          D        E    C
And the rhythms of autumn wash over meee-ee-eee


Verse 2:
A    D           A
When I return from the city to home
       D
I pass by the churchyard
       A
He's standing alone
            D
That elderly man whose wife I did know

A

A        D             A
Her mother, grandmother, great-grandmother too
         D           A
All sleep side by side beneath the green dew
       D                A
That elderly man thinks that he'll join them soon

Chorus:
    D             A
And the apples they fall like the shells from the guns
    D           A
And the shotgun it misses the hare when he runs
    E               D
And he moves like the wind with cold air in his lungs
    E             D
And his little warm heart beats in fear like a drum

    A             D              A             D
And the night it draws in like the hand that will fall with its scythen black curtain make tombs of us all
    E            D
And the sun's little visits are starting to shorten
    E              D
And the village it lives through the rhythms of autumn

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

    A              D
And the blackberry juice drips like blood on the leaves
    A              D
And the blood on the fox drips like dew from its teeth
    E              D
And the dew in the field falls like petals, so sweet
    E              D     E    C
And the petals they fall and turn brown at my feee-ee-eeet
          D        E    C
And the rhythms of autumn wash over meee-ee-eee
E         D
And the rhythms of autumn watch over me