Hanging Tree
Blackmore's NightVersion1
90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
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There have been many tales
Tainted by truth twisted by time
Some choose to forget
Yet it still weaves webs in their minds
And it seems like she's been here forever
Her branches as black as the seas
She's been through it all
By the luck of the draw
She became the old hanging tree
She asked for nothing
Except maybe a little rain
They used her strength
To help them steal lives away
And she witnessed the sadness and sorrow
To this day she still doesn't know why
But her heart broke
When they came with the rope
To declare her the old hanging tree
Life stranger then fiction
Can make you want to cry
Roots could never stop her
From reaching for the sky
Those years have all past
Lucky for us lucky for her
Now, children play at her feet
And in her arms she cradles birds
And it seems like she's been here forever
Her branches as black as the seas
She's been through it all
By the luck of the draw
She became the old hanging tree
Yes somewhere in the back of her mind is the time
she was known as the old hanging tree...
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Readable chord sheet for Hanging Tree by Blackmore's Night
[Am] [E] [C] [G] [Am] [G] [Am] [Am] [E] [C] [G] [C] [G] [C] [C] [G] [Dm] [Am] [Am] [E] [C] [G] [C] [G] [Am] ref: [G] [C] [E] [Am] [Dm] [Am] [F] [C] [G] [B7] end verse: [Am] [E] [C] [G] [Am] [G] [Em] [Am] Th[Am]ere have b[E]een many t[C]ales T[G]ainted by tr[Am]uth tw[G]isted by t[Am]ime S[Am]ome ch[E]oose to forg[C]et Y[G]et it still w[C]eaves w[G]ebs in their m[C]inds And it s[C]eems like she's been here for[G]ever Her br[Dm]anches as black as the s[Am]eas She's b[Am]een through it [E]all By the l[C]uck of the dr[G]aw She bec[C]ame the [G]old hanging tr[Am]ee S[Am]he [E]asked for noth[C]ing [G]Except may[Am]be [G]a little r[Am]ain Th[Am]ey [E]used her str[C]ength T[G]o help them st[C]eal l[G]ives aw[C]ay And she w[C]itnessed the sadness and s[G]orrow To this d[Dm]ay she still doesn't know wh[Am]y But her h[Am]eart br[E]oke When they c[C]ame with the r[G]ope To decl[C]are her the [G]old hanging tr[Am]ee L[G]ife stranger then f[C]iction Can m[E]ake you want to cr[Am]y R[Dm]oots could never st[Am]op her From r[F]eaching f[C]or the sk[G]y [B7] Th[Am]ose y[E]ears have all p[C]ast L[G]ucky for [Am]us l[G]ucky for h[Am]er Now, ch[Am]ildren pl[E]ay at her f[C]eet [G]And in her [C]arms sh[G]e cradles b[C]irds And it s[C]eems like she's been here for[G]ever Her br[Dm]anches as black as the s[Am]eas She's b[Am]een through it [E]all By the l[C]uck of the dr[G]aw She bec[C]ame the [G]old hanging tr[Am]ee Yes somewh[Am]ere in the b[E]ack of her m[C]ind is the t[G]ime she was kn[Am]own as the [G]old h[Em]anging tr[Am]ee...