The Return chords by The Waybacks

{MELODY (FIRST PART)}
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Long was the hour for the valiant knight that would never be sick or slain
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Lonely the bower in the candle light with neither kith nor kin
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Storm clouds over the full moon raced, as he swung to the apple gray
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And man and horse to the westward faced on the eve of an All Saints' Day

{MELODY (FIRST PART)}
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And lo neath the long green grassy mound laid the bones of his noble steed
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Gone to their graves are his brindled hounds that were never matched for speed
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Freed to the wind were his gray hawks wings never to be seen again
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Lost were the songs that the young men sing as they ride over plains

{THE WITCH OF THE WESTMERELAND MELODY}
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The rowan shield burned on his breast as the old man road again
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Over the rocky Kirkstone crest in the howling wind and rain
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Weary the step of his garret stride as they slowly wended down to
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The banks of the winding water's side all under a palely moon

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Cold was the crack of the raven's cry that echoed from the fell
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Fierce were the flames of the morning sky as the burning gates of hell
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Over his breast on the mantle white the rowan shield burned red
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That bare in the rays of the dawning light the berries burst and bled

{FULL MELODY}
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Oh where is your hawk and your brindled hounds came the screeching owlets call
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Gone to the dank and wormy ground that will lie consume us all
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Where is the maid of the jet-black mare who held me fast in sleep
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Under the long dark winding mere she rests in the watery deep

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He's laid his hand on hunting horn and with his dying breath
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Has blown a blast to the blazing morn that would rouse the angel of death
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High in the cusp of the starry night he heard his gray hawk mew
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As out of the misty morning light his ghostly gray hounds flew

{INSTRUMENTAL + SWITCH TO KEY OF A}
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He has gathered a snatch of the golden rod all withered in the wood
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And scattered it over the water's brim where his ghostly gray hound stood
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Flecked was the coat of the live black mare that rose from the watery deep
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White were the locks of the maiden's hair and her brown eyes heavy with sleep

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Waly waly my noble lord who wakes me from my rest
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There's none can heal the wounds of time that lie bloody on your breast
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Climb from your silver saddle down and swing to my back astride
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Gather your hawk and your brindled hounds and together we will ride

{ THE WITCH OF THE WESTMERELAND MELODY X2}
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His saddle cloth was the velvet blue trimmed round with a silver chain
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He's kissed her pale lips once and twice, and three times round again
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And over the lake with his hound at heel and his good gray hawk in hand
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