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The Unquiet Grave, The Dubliners Lyrics And Chords

This one has Luke Kelly doing the singing,The unquiet grave sheet music notes in solfege [ Do re mi ] format included. a very sad folk song indeed. Guitar chords worked by Marc Fahrbach, it would seem that Luke Kelly got to sing all the slow sad songs with The Dubliners. The sheet music and tin whistle notes are included. Plus the tenor guitar tab in CGDA.

The (G)wind does (C)blow to(D)day, my (D7)love,
(C)A few small (G)drops of (D)rain;(D7)
(G)Never had I (Bm)had but (Am)one true-(C)love,
In (G)cold grave (D)she (D7)is (G)lain.
 
I'll (G)do as (C)much for (D)my true-(D7)love,
(C)As any (G)young man (D)may;(D7)
I'll (G)sit and (Bm)mourn all (Am)on her (C)grave
A (G)twelvemonth (D)and (D7)a (G)day.
 
The (G)twelvemonth (C)and a (D)day being (D7)gone,
(C)A voice spoke (G)from the (D)deep(D7)
'(G)Who is it  (Bm)sits all (Am)on my (C)grave,
And (G)will not (D)let (D7)me (G)sleep?
 
'Tis (G)I, tis (C)I, thine (D)own true-(D7)love
(C)Who sits u(G)pon your (D)grave;(D7)
For I (G)crave one (Bm)kiss from (Am)your sweet (C)lips,
And (G)that is (D)all (D7)I (G)seek.
 
You (G)crave one (C)kiss from my (D)clay-cold (D7)lips;
(C)But my breath is (G)earthly (D)strong;(D7)  
Had (G)you one (Bm)kiss from my (Am)clay-cold (C)lips,   
Your (G)time would (D)not (D7)be (G)long.
 
My (G)time be (C)low, my (D)time be (D7)short
(C)Tomorrow (G)or to(D)day;(D7)
May (G)God in (Bm)heaven have (Am)all my (C)soal
But I’ll (G)kiss your (D)lips (D7)of (G)clay.
 
"See (G)down in (C)yonder (D)garden (D7)green,
(C)Love, where we (G)used to (D)walk,(D7)
The (G)sweetest (Bm)flower that (Am)ever (C)grew
Is (G)withered (D)to (D7)a (G)stalk.
 
The (G)stalk is (C)withered (D)dry, my (D7)love,
(C)So will our (G)hearts de(D)cay;(D7)
So (G)make your(Bm)self con(Am)tent, my (C)love,
Till (G)death calls (D)you (D7)a(G)way
Guitar chords for the key of D
​The (D)wind does (G)blow to(A)day, my (A7)love,
(G)A few small (D)drops of (A)rain;(A7)
(D)Never had I (F#m)had but (Em)one true-(G)love,
In (D)cold grave (A)she (A7)is (D)lain.
 
I'll (D)do as (G)much for (A)my true-(A7)love,
(G)As any (D)young man (A)may;(A7)
I'll (D)sit and (F#m)mourn all (Em)on her (G)grave
A (D)twelvemonth (A)and (A7)a (D)day.
 
The (D)twelvemonth (G)and a (A)day being (A7)gone,
(G)A voice spoke (D)from the (A)deep(A7)
'(D)Who is it  (F#m)sits all (Em)on my (G)grave,
And (D)will not (A)let (A7)me (D)sleep?
 
'Tis (D)I, tis (G)I, thine (A)own true-(A7)love
(G)Who sits u(D)pon your (A)grave;(A7)
For I (D)crave one (F#m)kiss from (Em)your sweet (G)lips,
And (D)that is (A)all (A7)I (D)seek.
 
You (D)crave one (G)kiss from my (A)clay-cold (A7)lips;
(G)But my breath is (D)earthly (A)strong;(A7)  
Had (D)you one (F#m)kiss from my (Em)clay-cold (G)lips,   
Your (D)time would (A)not (A7)be (D)long.
 
My (D)time be (G)low, my (A)time be (A7)short
(G)Tomorrow (D)or to(A)day;(A7)
May (D)God in (F#m)heaven have (Em)all my (G)soal
But I’ll (D)kiss your (A)lips (A7)of (D)clay.
 
"See (D)down in (G)yonder (A)garden (A7)green,
(G)Love, where we (D)used to (A)walk,(A7)
The (D)sweetest (F#m)flower that (Em)ever (G)grew
Is (D)withered (A)to (A7)a (D)stalk.
 
The (D)stalk is (G)withered (A)dry, my (A7)love,
(G)So will our (D)hearts de(A)cay;(A7)
So (D)make your(F#m)self con(Em)tent, my (G)love,
Till (D)death calls (A)you (A7)a(D)way
The Dubliners Song Lyrics
The unquiet grave sheet music with lyrics
The unquiet grave sheet music and tin whistle notes
The unquiet grave sheet music and tin whistle notes
The unquiet grave tenor guitar tab in CGDA tuning followed by  sheet music notes in solfege [ Do re mi ] format .
The unquiet grave tenor guitar tab in CGDA
The unquiet grave sheet music notes in solfege [ Do re mi ] format .
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Unquiet grave sheet music
An old overgrown Cemetery with grave stones and trees
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