Chords
Shepard

Key: G

Introduction:

                                                                     G  
Said the shepherd to his wife,
                                                                          C  
The crop of hay is cut and dried.
                D2                                              C  
I'll bail it up and bring it in,
                                                                  C  
Before the coming storm begins.
                                                                        G  
Go, she said, and beat the storm,
                                                                        C  
And then there is another chore.
D2                                                 C  
Today the baby will be born,
                                                                  C  
You'll take me to the hospital.
                                                                        G  
Said the shepherd, if it's true,
                                                                                  C  
'Twere better if I stayed with you.
D2                                                         C  
I'd rather let the harvest go,
                                                     C  
And hasten to the hospital.
                                                                        G  
Nay, she told him, I'll be fine,
                                                                  C  
We both have laboring to do.
D2                                                         C  
You do yours and I'll do mine,
                                                                                                             C  
And the babe will wait 'til the work is through.
Instrumental ( *same riff)
G  C  D2  C  G  
                                                                        G  
The shepherd rode the yellow rows,
                                                                                     C  
The clouds above and the field below.
D2                                                                    C  
Until the bails had all been tied,
                                                                                     C  
Then home returned to find his wife.
                                                                        G  
The sweat was wet upon her brown,
                                                                C  
Her breath it cameth labouredly.
          D2                                                    C  
And then the rain was coming down,
                                                                  C  
Upon the field of yellow hay.
                                                                        G  
Said the shepherd, it's no use,
                                                                             C  
The rain will surely win the race.
                     D2                                    C  
'Twere better if we let it fall,
                                                          C  
And hurry to the hospital.
                                                                             G  
Go, she said, and work with haste,
                                                                             C  
And bring the bails into the barn.
D2                                                    C  
Else the crop will go to waste,
                                                                                                             C  
And the babe will wait 'til the work is done.
Instrumental ( *same riff)
G  C  D2  C  G  
                                                                                        G  
The shepherd drove into the storm,
                                                                             C  
And to and from the yellow barn.
                  D2                                 C  
'Til half the bails were safely in,
                                                                             C  
Then went to find his wife again.
                                                                             G  
How many times her name he called,
                                                                             C  
And no replying would she make.
          D2                                                 C  
Her breath it cameth not at all,
                                                                                             C  
She would not rise from where she lay.
Instrumental ( *same riff)
G  C  D2  C  G  
                                                                             G  
The storm was o'er within the hour,
                                                                                  C  
The shepherd saw the sun come out.
          D2                                                         C  
The shepherd's wife saw ne'er again,
                                                                             C  
He buried her and the babe within.
                                                                             G  
He turned the seed into the ground,
                                                                                  C  
He brought the flock to feed thereon.
        D2                                                    C  
He held the cleaver and the plow,
                                                                             C  
And the shepherd's work was never done.