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[Verso 1]
Am Asus2 High on a horse a lady rides, Am Asus2 Through the fields and the meadows along the hillside, Am Asus2 A gentle pace, such grace in her stride, Am Em Am Dressed in rich fi- ne- ry Am Asus2 No one could catch her is what they say, Am Asus2 Until a young Prince came riding that way. Am Asus2 For the sake of the one you love most I pray, Am Em Am Wait and speak with me. G Am Oh where are you going my pretty young one, G Am At the end of the day neath the setting sun? Am Em To meet with my husband is why I have come, Am Em Am And its you I have come to see.
[Refrão]
Am G Rhianno - on, Am G Em High on a hill a horse is galloping there, Am G Rhianno - on, Am G Carved into the land, by an ancient hand, C G D Dsus4 D Her story for to share.
[Verso 2]
Am Asus2 Thus they were married and ruled the land well, Am Asus2 But the Princes advisers began to rebel, Am Asus2 When they saw the land with no heir to tell, Am Em Am They told him to take a new wife. Am Asus2 But he loved Rhiannon so asked for one year, Am Asus2 For their fate to change, their story to steer, Am Asus2 They prayed to the Earth and the Sun shed a tear, Am Em Am And thus they were blessed with new life. G Am An heir to the kingdom, a healthy son, G Am His eyes were as wild as a stallion, Am Em His hair was as gold as the midday Sun, Am Em Am But once more fate rolled the dice.
[Refrão]
Am G Rhianno - on, Am G Em High on a hill a horse is galloping there, Am G Rhianno - on, Am G Carved into the land, by an ancient hand, C G D Dsus4 D Her story for to share.
[Verso 3]
Am Asus2 Tired from childbirth she laid down to rest, Am Asus2 Her maidens they too fell asleep it is said, Am Asus2 An empty crib at the foot of her bed, Am Em Am For their lives another would die, Am Asus2 Lady, oh lady what have you done? Am Asus2 We are covered in bruises: you were too strong, Am Asus2 In a fearsome rage you have eaten your son, Am Em Am And the maidens stuck to their lie, G Am Now she stands at the mounting block outside the walls, G Am Telling her story to whoever calls, Am Em To carry them all on her back as a horse. Am Em Am Be they King or passer by.
[Refrão]
Am G Rhianno - on, Am G Em High on a hill a horse is galloping there, Am G Rhianno - on, Am G Carved into the land, by an ancient hand, C G Am Her story for to share. Am G Rhianno - on, Am G Em High on a hill a horse is galloping there, Am G Rhianno - on, Am G Carved into the land, by an ancient hand, C G Am Her story for to share. Am G Carved into the land, by an ancient hand, C G Am Her story for to share. Am G Carved into the land, by an ancient hand, C G D Dsus4 D Her story for to share.
Enviado por: Fernando Santana
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