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Capo: 3 Tuning: E A D G B E
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2F9ADVDSZLw Each Verse has an slightly differnt melody. [Verse]
EmThrough Rohan over fen and field Where the Dlong grass Emgrows The EmWest Wind comes walking, and aCbout the Dwalls it Emgoes. What Gnews from the West, O Cwandering Dwind, do you Embring to me toDnight? Have Cyou seen BoroEmmir the Tall, by Cmoon or Dby starEmlight?
I Emsaw him ride over Cseven Emstreams, over waters wide and Dgrey, I Emsaw him walk in DEmpty Emlands unCtil he Dpassed aEmway. Into the shadows of the GNorth, I saw him then no Dmore. The EmNorth Wind may have Cheard the Emhorn of the Cson of DDeneEmthor.
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O EmBoromir! From the Chigh Dwalls westCward I looked aEmfar, But Emyou came not from the CEmpty Dlands where no men Emare.
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AmFrom the mouths of the Sea the South Wind Emflies, Ffrom the Gsandhills and the Amstones, The Amwailing of the Cgulls it bears, and Fat the Ggate it Ammoans. What Cnews from the South, O Amsighing Gwind, do you Ambring to me at Geve? Where Fnow is Boromir the AmFair? He Ftarries Gand I Amgrieve.
Ask Amnot of me where Fhe doth Amdwell – so many bones there Glie, On the Fwhite shores and the Fdark shores under Emthe stormy Amsky, So Ammany have passed down FAnduCin to Ffind the flowing GSea. AmAsk of the North Wind Fnews of Amthem the FNorth Wind Gsends to Amme!
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'O AmBoromir! BeFyond the Ggate The Fseaward road runs Csouth, But Amyou came not with the Fwailing Ggulls From the Emgrey sea's moAmuth.
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DmFrom the Gate of FKings The North Wind Crides, and A#past the Croaring Dmfalls, And Dmclear and cold about the Ftower Its A#loud hoCrn Dmcalls. What Fnews from the North, O Cmighty wind, do you Dmbring to me toCday? What A#news of BoroDmmir the bold? For Fhe is Glong aDmway.
Beneath DmAmon Hen I heard his cry. There many foes he Cfought, His Dmcloven shield, his broken sword, they to the Cwater Dmbrought. His Dmhead so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid to Crest, And DmRauros, golden Rauros-falls, bore him uCpon its Dmbreast.
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O DmBoromir! The A#Tower of CGuard Shall A#ever northward Fgaze, To DmRauros, golden A#Rauros-Cfalls, UnA#til the Cend of Dmdays.