Blind Guardian - The bard's song - in the forest

N^Amow You all kn^Gow The b^Emards and their s^Amongs When h^Amours have gone ^Gby ^EmI'll close my e^Amyes In a ^Amworld far aw^Gay ^EmWe may meet ag^Amain But ^Amnow hear my s^Gong Ab^Emout the dawn of the n^Dmight Let's ^Csing ^Gthe ^Ambards' ^Gsong

To^Dmmorr^Amow will t^Dmake us aw^Amay ^DmFar from h^Amome No o^Dmne will ^Fever kn^Gow our n^Dmames But the b^Fards' songs w^Gill rem^Dmain

To^Dmmorr^Amow will t^Dmake us aw^Amay The f^Dmear of tod^Amay ^DmIt will be g^Fmone ^AmDue to our magic songs

There's ^Amonly one s^Gong ^Emleft in my m^Amind ^AmTales of a br^Gave man who l^Emived far from h^Amere now the b^Amard's songs are o^Gver and i^Emt's time to le^Amave ^Amnoone should a^Gsk you for the n^Emame of the ^Dmone who ^Ctells ^Gthe ^Amstor^Gy

To^Dmmorr^Amow will t^Dmake us aw^Amay ^DmFar from h^Amome No ^Dmone will ^Fever kn^Gow our n^Dmames But the b^Fards' songs w^Gill rem^Dmain

To^Dmmorr^Amow a^Dmll will be kn^Amown and y^Dmou're not al^Amone so d^Dmon't be afraid in the d^Gark and c^Dmold

'cause the but the b^Fard's song w^Gill re^Cma^Gin^Am They ^Call ^Gwill rem^Amain ^CIn my tho^Gughts and ^Amin my dreams they're ^Calways ^Gin my ^Ammind These s^Congs of h^Gobbits, dwa^Amrves and men and ^Celves come cl^Gose your e^Amyes. You can s^Cee th^Dem, t^Emoo