The Oak King
Josh RitterVersion1
90
Chords in this song
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Slide Prog.: Slide to Em1...Gmaj13...Em2...Em3...Cmaj7...Riff
Who is this that rides so late
Between the woods and the garden gate?
A father holds a child close,
Barely boy and almost ghost
Son why do you cry and hide your face?
Oh Father, the Oak King is king of this place,
With a crown made of thistle and septer of reeds
Son, there's no Oak King, just the wind and the trees
(Slide Prog.)
My prince, my love, I knew you'd come
Now you must join the other ones
Cast your blues upon the tide
Sleep all day, play all night
Oh father, Oh father, don't leave me I pray
The Oak King is closer than the dawn of the day
Than the dawn of the day, The edge of the woods
The Oak King is bad and he'll take me for good
Oh son, with his palaces of silver and gold
With a queen and his own pretty children to hold
With his own pretty children, why steal you from me?
What kind of a king would ever be such a thief?
(Slide Prog.)
My prince, my love, I knew you'd come
Now you must join the other ones
Cast your blues upon the tide
My daughters will hold you clear through till night
Oh father, Oh father, scattered all along the path
The Oak Kings own children in the dark as we pass
The Oak Kings own children, they sing softley and they sigh
They don't seem to care that they're blooming at night
Oh Son, who would leave a child in this place?
To the wind and the dark and the rain on their faces
The rain on their face, mud on their feet
What kind of a King would dress his children in leaves?
(Slide Prog.)
My prince, my love, I knew you would come
Now you must join the other ones
Oh Father, Oh Father, I must go away
The Oak King sings, I must obey
(Slide Prog. soft)
At the edge of the woods and the break of the day,
The father looked down where his son used to lay,
And in grief and in sorrow, in sorrow and grief,
Wondered what kind of king could ever be such a thief?
(Slide Prog.)
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Readable chord sheet for The Oak King by Josh Ritter
e|-----------------------| B|-----------------------| G|-----------------------| D|-----------------------| A|----------0-2-3-2-0----| E|--0--2--3-----------3--| Slide Prog.: Slide to Em1...Gmaj13...Em2...Em3...Cmaj7...Riff [Em] [B7]Who is [Em]this that [B7]rides so [Em]late Be[G]tween the [D]woods and the [G]garden [D]gate? A [B7]father [Em]holds a [B7]child [Em]close, [C]Barely [G]boy and [B7]almost [Em]ghost [Em]Son why do you [G]cry and [C]hide your [G]face? [C/G] Oh [G]Father, the [D]Oak King is [G]king of this [D]place, With a [Em]crown made of [G]thistle and [C]septer of [G]reeds [C/G] [C]Son, there's no [G]Oak King, just the [B7]wind and the [Em]trees (Slide Prog.) My [Am7]prince, my [B7]love, I [Em]knew you'd come Now [Am7]you must [B7]join the [C]other [B7]ones [Am7]Cast your [B7]blues u[Em]pon the tide [Am7]Sleep all [B7]day, [C]play all [B7]night Oh [Am]father, Oh [Em]father, don't [Am]leave me I [Em]pray The [G]Oak King is [D]closer than the [G]dawn of the [D]day Than the [Am]dawn of the [Em]day, The [Am]edge of the [Em]woods The [C]Oak King is [G]bad and he'll [B7]take me for [Em]good Oh [Em]son, with his [G]palaces of [C]silver and [G]gold [C/G] With a [G]queen and his [D]own pretty [G]children to [D]hold With his [Em]own pretty [G]children, why [C]steal you from [G]me? [C/G] What [C]kind of a [G]king would ever [B7]be such a [Em]thief? (Slide Prog.) My [Am7]prince, my [B7]love, I [Em]knew you'd come Now [Am7]you must [B7]join the [C]other [B7]ones [Am7]Cast your [B7]blues u[Em]pon the tide [Am7]My daughters will [B7]hold you [C]clear through till [B7]night Oh [Am]father, Oh [Em]father, scattered [Am]all along the [Em]path The [G]Oak Kings own [D]children in the [G]dark as we [D]pass The [Am]Oak Kings own [Em]children, they sing [Am]softley and they [Em]sigh They [C]don't seem to [G]care that they're [B7]blooming at [Em]night Oh [Em]Son, who would [G]leave a [C]child in this [G]place? [C/G] To the [G]wind and the [D]dark and the [G]rain on their [D]faces The [Am]rain on their [Em]face, [Am]mud on their [Em]feet What [C]kind of a [G]King would dress his [B7]children in [Em]leaves? (Slide Prog.) My [Am7]prince, my [B7]love, I [Em]knew you would come Now [Am7]you must [B7]join the [C]other [B7]ones Oh [Am7]Father, Oh [B7]Father, I must [Em]go away The [Am7]Oak King [B7]sings, [C]I must [B7]obey (Slide Prog. soft) At the [B7]edge of the [Em]woods and the [B7]break of the [Em]day, The [G]father looked [D]down where his [G]son used to [D]lay, And in [B7]grief and in [Em]sorrow, in [B7]sorrow and [Em]grief, Wondered [C]what kind of [G]king could ever [B7]be such a [Em]thief? (Slide Prog.)