Village Song Ukulele chords by Paris Paloma

• Difficulty: Beginner 👶

Key: A

Verse 1:
A            D                    A
The farmer's wife cooks at the window
              D                 A
In that small cottage under the willow
         D                      A
Over the river, so freezing, so cold

A

A             D               A
In that white house up on the hill
                      D
Where a man saw a way out
               A
And took it he did
               D
A family moved in
                       A
and I don't think they know

Chorus:
        D                           A
And the blackberry juice drips like blood on the leaves
        D                           A
And the blood on the fox drips like dew from its teeth
        E                           D
And the dew in the field falls like petals, so sweet
        E                           D         E        C
And the petals they fall and turn brown at my feee-ee-eeet
                   D                E        C
And the rhythms of autumn wash over meee-ee-eee


Verse 2:
A        D                     A
When I return from the city to home
              D
I pass by the churchyard
              A
He's standing alone
                       D
That elderly man whose wife I did know

A

A                D                         A
Her mother, grandmother, great-grandmother too
                  D                      A
All sleep side by side beneath the green dew
             D                               A
That elderly man thinks that he'll join them soon

Chorus:
        D                         A
And the apples they fall like the shells from the guns
        D                     A
And the shotgun it misses the hare when he runs
       E                             D
And he moves like the wind with cold air in his lungs
        E                          D
And his little warm heart beats in fear like a drum

        A                          D                            A                          D
And the night it draws in like the hand that will fall with its scythen black curtain make tombs of us all
        E                        D
And the sun's little visits are starting to shorten
        E                            D
And the village it lives through the rhythms of autumn

        A                         D
And the creatures die at the hand of those who kill
        A                        D
And the leaves will decay by the winters that chill
         E                         D
And some will pass on by their own desperate will
          E                     D
Just like that man in the white house on the hill

        A                           D
And the blackberry juice drips like blood on the leaves
        A                           D
And the blood on the fox drips like dew from its teeth
        E                           D
And the dew in the field falls like petals, so sweet
        E                           D         E        C
And the petals they fall and turn brown at my feee-ee-eeet
                   D                E        C
And the rhythms of autumn wash over meee-ee-eee
E                  D
And the rhythms of autumn watch over me