Judy Collins - King david

King David was a sorrowful ^Amman ^DmNo cause for his sorrow had he ^Am And he called for the ^Dmmusic of a hundred ^Fharps To ^Dmease his melancholy ^{Am Dm Am Dm}

They played till they all fell ^Amsilent ^DmPlayed and play sweet did they ^Am But the sorrow that ^Dmhaunted the heart of King ^FDavid They ^Dmcould not charm away ^{Am Dm Am Dm}

He rose and in his ^Amgarden ^DmWalked by the moon alone ^Am A nightingale ^Dmhidden in a cypress ^Ftree ^DmJargoned on and on ^{Am Dm Am Dm}

King David lifted his ^Amsad eyes ^DmInto the dark-boughed tree ^Am "Tell me, thou ^Dmlittle bird that ^Fsingest Who ^Dmtaught my grief to thee?"^{Am Dm Am Dm}

But the bird in no-wise ^Amheeded And the ^Dmking in the cool of the moon ^Am Hearkened to the ^Dmnightingale's sorrowful^Fness Till ^Dmall his own was gone ^{Am Dm Am Dm}