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Winter Birds by Ray Lamontagne Album: Gossip in the Grain By: Ryan Lecher Just a quick one to give some of you an idea…find the strum pattern out yourself Song is tuned down a step and in Drop C I believe… So basically drop D tuning tuned down a step Chords: Please use these as a reference since I am not sure if they are labeled correctly below F F F F* C/E G/F# G/F D --2--3--0--3---3---2-----3----0----------------------------------------| --3--0--1--1---0---2----------2----------------------------------------| --2--4--0--0---0---2-----3----2----------------------------------------| --0--0--2--2---0---0-----0----2----------------------------------------| --------3--3---2---------5----0----------------------------------------| -----5-------------------5---------------------------------------------| Intro/Outro Chords: Listen for the strumming pattern and incorporate the open E string when needed ---7---5-----7---3---2------------------------------------|l ----------------------------------------------------------|l ---7-s-6-----7-s-4-s-2------------------------------------|l ---0---0--0--0---0---0------------------------------------|l ----------------------------------------------------------|l ----------0-----------------------------------------------|l
FIt's the Widow now that owns that angry Fplow, F* C/E F The spartan Mule and The Crippled Cow FThe fallow field that will Fyield no more, F* C/E F As the fox lay sleeping beneath her kitchen floor
FThe stream can't contain such the wiFthering rain, F* C/E F And from the pasture the fence it is leaning away FThe clouds crack and growl Like some grFeat cat on the prowl F* C/E F Crying out, "I am, I am" over and over again
G/F#The days grow short C/FAs the nights grow long G/F#The kettle sings its C/Ftortured song G/F#As many petalled kiss I C/Fplace upon her brow, FOh, myF lady, LFady I am Floving yoFu now
The winter birds have come back again, Here the sprightly Chickadee Gone now is the Willow Wren In passing greet each other as if old, old friends And to the voiceless trees It is their own they will lend The days grow short As the nights grow long The kettle sings its tortured song As many petalled kiss I place upon her brow, Oh, my lady, Lady I am loving you now
FAnd though all these things will chaFnge, F The memories will Fremain DAs green to gold, and Fgold to brFown DThe leaves will fall toF feed the groFund DAnd in their falling, mFake no souFnd FOh my lFady FLady IF am loving yoFu now
I've gathered all my money and I'm goin' to town, To buy my lady a long and flowing gown 'Cause come tomorrow morning We're off to the county fair I'll find a yellow flower And I will lace it in her hair