Sweet Afton chords by Nickel Creek

here is Sweet Afton. I was fortunate enough to talk
with Sean and Chris after a show and ask them about
this song. They said it is tuned to DADGAD and capoed
on the 2nd fret. So here goes...........


 Capo 2          "SWEET AFTON"
                    {easier fingerings, version}
   D  A  G  Bm  Em  F#m     D A G Bm F#m
 D--0---0---0---0----0-----0-------|--0--0--0---0---0--------------High
 A--0---0---0---0----0-----0-------|--0--0--0---0---0--------------
 G--2---6---4---7----0-----2-------|--2--2--0---4---2--------------
 D--0---7---5---9----2-----4-------|--0--2--0---4---4--------------
 A--0---7---5---9----2-----4-------|--0--0--5---2---4--------------
 D--0---7---5---9----2-----4-------|--0--x--5---x---x--------------Low

Verse 1:
   D       A    G       D
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
   Bm      A      G      D
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;
  D    A      G    D
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
   Bm       A   G       D
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

Filler:
D A G D Bm A G D



Verse 2:
   D        A   G        D
Thou stock dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen,
    Bm        A    G     D
All Ye wild whistly blackbirds in yon thorny den,
   D       A       G     D
Thou green crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear,
   Bm      A      G      D
O'I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair.

Chorus:
   Bm      A     G      D
O'How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills,
  Em             G       A
Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills;
    F#m   G     F#m    Bm  A  G D
There daily I wander as noon rises high,... oooh,
  Em             G     A
My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye.

Filler (violin) D A G D Bm A G D

Verse 3:
How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below,

Where, wild in the woodlands, the primroses blow;

There oft, as mild evening sweeps over the lea,

The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.

Chorus:
    Bm       A     G     D
O'Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
   Em            G     A
And winds by the cot where my Mary resides;
   F#m    G     F#m    Bm ...D
How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave,
  Em               G        A
As, gathering sweet flowerets, she stems thy clear wave.

Verse 4:
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,

Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays;

My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,

Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dreams.





There it is! I hope it easy enough to follow and play. What a pretty song.
This is a Robert Burns poem that Chris put music to, sure sounds nice.
Give me some feedback as to what you thought.
Thanks
Scott