Chords
A Sementinha

Key: E

Introduction:

difficulty
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        E                                                                            B  
Lá na casa da fazenda onde eu vivia
                                                                        B7            E  
Numa manhã de garoa, e de céu nublado
                                                                                                B  
Achei no chão do terreiro uma sementinha
                                                                                B7            E  
Pensei logo em plantá-la no chão molhado
                                                                                        B  
O tempo passou depressa e a mocidade
                                                                                  B7            E  
Chegou como chega a noite ao cair da tarde
                                                                                     B  
Veio morar na fazenda uma caboclinha
                                                                             B7                 E  
Graciosa, bela e meiga e na flor da idade.
     E                                                                              B  
Iniciou-se um romance entre eu e ela
                                                                        B7            E  
Na sombra aconchegante de uma paineira
                                                                                                B  
Dei à ela, uma rosa, com muita esperança
                                                                                          B7            E  
Que eu colhi de um "galhinho" daquela roseira
                                                                                          B  
Marcamos o casamento pra o fim do ano
                                                                                  B7              E  
Pra mim, só existia ela e, pra ela, só eu
                                                                                                        B  
Pouco mais de uma semana pra o nosso idílio
                                                                  B7                 E  
A minha flor prometida doente morreu
        E                                                                         B  
Arranquei o pé de rosa na primavera
                                                                        B7            E  
E plantei na sepultura de minha amada
                                                                                                        B  
Todas as tardes eu molhava com o meu pranto
                                                                                B7            E  
A roseira foi murchando e acabou em nada
                                                                                        B  
A chuva se foi embora e o sol ardente
                                                                                  B7      E  
Matou a minha roseira e secou meu pranto
                                                                                     B  
Só não matou a saudade da caboclinha
                                                                          B7      E  
Pois eu vejo sua imagem em todo canto
          E                                                                                         B  
Por isso é que eu vivo longe da minha terra
                                                                             B7         E  
Seguindo a longa estrada de minha vida
                                                                                             B  
Procuro viver sorrindo, mas, no entanto
                                                                        B7                 E  
Eu choro ao me recordar a amada querida
                                                                                  B  
O destino como sempre é caprichoso
                                                                     B7              E  
É cheio de traições e de sonhos loucos
                                                                                                B  
Tal qual aquela roseira e a minha amada
                                                                                     B7                    E  
Eu pressinto que também vou morrendo aos poucos