The Yew Tree Battlefield Band
The Yew Tree (Battlefield Band)
Keyboard
[Dm]A mile frae Pentcaitland, on the road to the sea
Stands a yew tree a thousand years old
And the old women swear by the grey o' their hair
That it knows what the future will hold
For the [G]shadows of [C]Scotland stand [Dm]round it
'Mid the [C]kail and the corn and the [G]kye
All the [F]hopes and the fears of a [C]thousand long years
[Dm]Under the [C]Lothian [Bb]sky
My bonnie yew [C]tree
Tell me what did you [Dm]see
Guitar
Did you [Em]look through the [D]haze o' the [C]lang summer [Em]days
Tae the [C]South and the [D]far English [Em]border
A' the [Em]bonnets o' [D]steel on [C]Flodden's far [Em]field
Did they [C]march by your [D]side in good [Em]order
Did you [A]ask them the [D]price o' their [Em]glory
When you [D]heard the great slaughter be[A]gin
For the [G]dust o' their bones would rise [D]up from the [Bm]stones
To bring [Em]tears to the [D]eyes o' the [Em]wind
My bonnie yew [D]tree
Tell me what did you [Em]see[C] [Em]
Not [Em]once did you [D]speak for the [C]poor and the [Em]weak
When the [C]moss-troopers [D]lay in your [Em]shade
To [Em]count out the [D]plunder and [C]hide frae the [Em]thunder
And [C]share out the [D]spoils o' their [Em]raid
But [A]you saw the [D]smiles o' the [Em]gentry
And the [D]laughter of lords at their [A]gains
When the [G]poor hunt the poor across [D]mountain and moor
The [Em]rich man can [D]keep them in [Em]chains
My bonnie yew [D]tree
Tell me what did you [Em]see[C] [Em]
Did you [Em]no' think tae [D]tell when [C]John Knox him[Em]sel'
Preached [C]under your [D]branches sae [Em]black
To the[Em] poor common [D]folk who would [C]lift up the [Em]yoke
O' the [C]bishops and [D]priests frae their [Em]backs
But [A]you knew the [D]bargain he [Em]sold them
And [D]freedom was only one [A]part
For the [G]price o' their souls was a [D]gospel sae [Bm]cold
N.C.
It would freeze up the joy in their hearts
My bonnie yew [D]tree
Tell me what did you [Em]see[C] [Em]
Solo
[Am] [D] [G] [Em]
[Am] [D] [G] [Em]
[F] [Em] [F] [Em]
[F] [G] [A]
[Em]And I thought as I stood and laid hands on your wood
That it might be a kindness to fell you
One kiss o' the axe and you're freed frae the racks
O' the [C]sad bloody [D]tales that men [Em]tell you
Slowed down
But a [A]wee bird flew [D]out from your [Em]branches
And [D]sang out as never be[A]fore
And the [G]words o' the song were a [D]thousand years [Bm]long
And to [Em]learn them's a [D]long thousand [Em]more
My bonnie yew [D]tree
Tell me what CAN you [Em]see
Hope you enjoy the Music.
Peace
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