The Tower Chris de Burgh
Words and music: Chris de Burgh
Album: Spanish Train and Other Stories (1975)
Capo : III
Dmaj7: --0222
F#m : 244222
F# : 244322
[D]A great Lord came walking through the [Dmaj7]forest one morning with a weapo[G]n in his hand[D]
Rich was his castle, he [Dmaj7]lacked for nothing, [G]killing was his [A]plan
When a [Bm]white bird flew by, she [F#m]fell from the sky
[G]Nothing was [D]found, only [Em]blood on the [A]ground
She was [D]gone
[D]Cursing his fortune, he [Dmaj7]turned to the forest to [G]kill once a[D]gain
Standing before him was a [Dmaj7]lovely young woman with her [G]hand hung in [A]pain
When he [Bm]saw her, his eyes were [F#m]filled with desire
He [G]said "I must [D]have her, [Em]she must be [A]mine.
She will be [D]mine."
[D]He offered her silver, he [Dmaj7]offered her gold but she [G]threw it on the [D]ground
He fell to his knees and he [Dmaj7]begged her, "Oh please come with me[G], what you wish will be fo[A]und"
She said, [Bm]"Sire, I'll go if you'll[F#m] put up your bow
And [G]spare these [D]creatures, [Em]leave them in [A]peace
You have no [F#]need"
But her [Em]words were [A]lost in the [D]wind
His [G]eyes were [D]fixed on a [A]queen
And [Bm]all he saw was a [F#m]woman but [Em]all she [A]was, was a [D]dream
[Bm]Oh [F#m]Oh [G]Ah [Bm]Ah [G]DaDaDa [D]DaDaDa [Em]Da[A]
[Bm]All he saw was a [F#m]woman and [Em]all she [A]was, was a [D]dream
[D]He took her and bound her with [Dmaj7]ropes tied around her, to his castle he d[G]id ride[D]
In the wood was a bower where [Dmaj7]stood an old tower and he [G]threw her deep in[A]side
And the [Bm]birds left the sky and a [F#m]terrible cry
Brought [G]thunder and [D]lightning, [Em]rain falling [A]down
Tears on the [D]ground
[D]All through the days on her [Dmaj7]face he would gaze for she was [G]lovely as the [D]spring
No words would she speak but "[Dmaj7]Leave them in peace" and some [G]sad lament she would [A]sing
One [Bm]day by the door, through the [F#m]window he saw a [G]single white [D]feather [Em]lying on the [A]floor
She was there no [D]more
[D]Now that great Lord is dying, his [Dmaj7]cold heart is crying for the [G]love of the [D]girl
For many an hour he has [Dmaj7]wept on the Tower, for she [G]meant more than the [A]world
One [Bm]day in the sky a white [F#m]bird flew by, he [G]lifted his [D]hands, he [Em]cried out in [A]pain
Come back a[F#]gain
But his [Em]words were [A]lost in the [D]wind
His [G]castle was [D]built upon [A]sand
[Bm]All he has is a [F#m]memory and [Em]all he [A]yearns is her h[D]and
[Bm]Oh [F#m]Oh [G]Ah [Bm]Ah [G]DaDaDa [D]DaDaDa [Em]Da[A]
[Bm]All he has is a [F#m]memory and [Em]all he [A]yearns is her [D]hand.
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