Blind Guardian - The bards song - in the forest

^AmNow you all ^Gknow, ^Em7The bards and their ^Amsongs. ^AmWhen hours have gone ^Gby, ^Em7I'll close my e^Amyes. ^AmIn a world far a^Gway, ^Em7We may meet a^Amgain. ^AmBut now hear my ^Gsong, About the ^Em7dawn of the ^Dmnight. Let's ^Csing ^Gthe ^Ambards' ^Gsong..

To^Dmmor^Amrow will ^Dmtake us ^Amaway, ^DmFar from ^Amhome, ^DmNo one will ^Fever ^Gknow our ^Dmnames, But the ^Ambards' songs ^Gwill re^Ammain. To^Dmmor^Amrow will ^Dmtake it a^Amway, The ^Dmfear of to^Amday, ^DmIt will be ^Fgone, Due ^Cto ^Gour magic ^Emsongs.

There's ^Amonly one ^Gsong, ^Em7Left in my ^Ammind. ^AmTales of a brave ^Gman, Who ^Em7lived far from ^Amhere. Now the ^Ambard songs are ^Gover, And ^Em7it's time to ^Amleave. ^AmNo one should ^Gask you For the ^Em7name of the ^Dmone, Who ^Ctells ^Gthe ^Amstor^Gy.

To^Dmmor^Amrow will ^Dmtake us ^Amaway, ^DmFar from ^Amhome, ^DmNo one will ^Fever ^Gknow our ^Dmnames, But the ^Ambards' songs ^Gwill re^Ammain. To^Dmmor^Amrow ^Dmall will be ^Amknown, And ^DmYou're not a^Amlone, So ^Dmdon't be a^Ffraid, In the ^Gdark and ^Dmcold, 'Cause the b^Amards' songs ^Gwill ^Crema - ^Gaaaa - ^Amaaain, They ^Call ^Gwill re^Emmain.

^CIn my ^Gthoughts and ^Amin my dreams, They're ^Calways ^Gin my ^Ammind, These ^Csongs of ^Ghobbits, ^Amdwarves and men, and ^Celves,

Come ^Gclose your ^Ameyes.. You can ^Csee ^Gthem, ^Em7too..