Sweet Afton
Nickel CreekVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Filler:
Thou stock dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen,
All Ye wild whistly blackbirds in yon thorny den,
Thou green crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear,
O'I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair.
O'How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills,
Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills;
There daily I wander as noon rises high,... oooh,
My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye.
Filler (violin)
How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below,
Where, wild in the woodlands, the primroses blow;
There oft, as mild evening sweeps over the lea,
The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.
O'Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
And winds by the cot where my Mary resides;
How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave,
As, gathering sweet flowerets, she stems thy clear wave.
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays;
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dreams.
There it is! I hope it easy enough to follow and play. What a pretty song.
This is a Robert Burns poem that Chris put music to, sure sounds nice.
Give me some feedback as to what you thought.
Thanks
Scott
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Readable chord sheet for Sweet Afton by Nickel Creek
Flow [D]gently, sweet [A]Afton, a[G]mong thy green [D]braes, Flow [Bm]gently, I'll [A]sing thee a [G]song in thy [D]praise; My [D]Mary's as[A]leep by thy m[G]urmuring [D]stream, Flow [Bm]gently, sweet A[A]fton, d[G]isturb not her [D]dream. Filler: [D] [A] [G] [D] [Bm] [A] [G] [D] Thou s[D]tock dove whose e[A]cho re[G]sounds thro' the [D]glen, All Ye [Bm]wild whistly black[A]birds in [G]yon thorny [D]den, Thou g[D]reen crested l[A]apwing, thy sc[G]reaming for[D]bear, O'I c[Bm]harge you, dis[A]turb not my [G]slumbering f[D]air. O'How [Bm]lofty, sweet A[A]fton, thy n[G]eighboring h[D]ills, Far [Em]mark'd with the courses of c[G]lear winding r[A]ills; There d[F#m]aily I w[G]ander as n[F#m]oon rises h[Bm]igh,.[A].. o[G]ooh[D], My f[Em]locks and my Mary's sweet c[G]ot in my e[A]ye. Filler (violin) [D] [A] [G] [D] [Bm] [A] [G] [D] How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Where, wild in the woodlands, the primroses blow; There oft, as mild evening sweeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me. O'Thy c[Bm]rystal stream, A[A]fton, how l[G]ovely it g[D]lides, And w[Em]inds by the cot where my M[G]ary reside[A]s; How w[F#m]anton thy w[G]aters her s[F#m]nowy feet l[Bm]ave, [D] As, [Em]gathering sweet flowerets, she [G]stems thy clear [A]wave. Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dreams. There it is! I hope it easy enough to follow and play. What a pretty song. This is a Robert Burns poem that Chris put music to, sure sounds nice. Give me some feedback as to what you thought. Thanks Scott