Dave Carter & Tracy Grammer - Merlins lament

In a ^Ccastle ^C/Bkeep, in a ^Fvault of stone ^C In a house at the ^Fend of the ^Clane ^G An ^Cold man ^C/Bweeps in his ^Fdoor alone ^C And he sings out this ^Fmournful re^Cfrain

She will ^Fnot come ^Cback She will ^Gnot come ^Cback Though the ^Fmountains fall ^Cdown to the ^Gsea And the ^Fsky burns to ^Ccinders and the ^Grivers runs ^Amblack She will ^Fnot come ^Gback to ^Cme ^G

No ^Clightning ^C/Breed from his ^Fbooks of lore ^C And the staff in the ^Fcorner, no ^Cfire ^G And the ^Ccrystal ^C/Bball, always ^Fbright before ^C Is grey as the ^Fdust of de^Csire

She will ^Fnot come ^Cback She will ^Gnot come ^Cback Though we ^Fcall on the ^Cpowers that ^Gbe They will ^Fcipher this ^Cmessage in his ^Gcold zodi^Amac She will ^Fnot come ^Cback She will ^Gnot come ^Amback She will ^Fnot come ^Gback to ^Cme ^G

And ^Cjoy my ^C/Blove was a ^Fdancing spring ^C And life was the ^Ftouch of her ^Clips ^G And a ^Cbrook ran ^C/Bmad to my ^Fcave down^Cstream From the miracle ^Fhills of her ^Chips

She will ^Fnot come ^Cback She will ^Gnot come ^Cback Though the ^Fstars hang their ^Ctears in the ^Gtrees And ^Ftireless O^Crion lies ^Gspent in his ^Amtracks She will ^Fnot come ^Cback She will ^Gnot come ^Amback She will ^Fnot come ^Gback to ^Amme ^F She will ^Cnot come ^Gback to ^Cme