Chords
The Raven

Key: F

Introduction:

 Am)  
                          Am                                                    G  
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
                                             F                                                                              G  
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before
                Am                                                                                 C  
Presently, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
                                  F                                                                 G  
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door
                Em                                                                              F  
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door
                        G                                      Am  
Merely this, and nothing more"
 G    F    G    Am    C    F    G)  
             Am                                                                                      G  
Out into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing
                             F                                                                                 G  
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before
                        Am                                                                            C  
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token
                        F                                                                            G  
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
                  Em                                                                                 F  
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"
                  G                                              Am  
Merely this, and nothing more
 Am)  
                Am                                                                              G  
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning
                F                                                                                 G  
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before
                          Am                                                                                    C  
"Surely," said I, "surely that is someone at my window lattice
                  F                                                                                                 G  
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore
                  Em                                                                                 F  
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore
                        G                                            Am  
'Tis the wind and nothing more"
 Am)  
             Am                                                                                                                 G  
Open wide I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter
                          F                                                                              G  
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore
                        Am                                                                            C  
Not the least obeisance made he  not a minute stopped or stayed he
                          F                                                                              G  
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door
                        Em                                                                 F  
Perched upon a bust of Arice just above my chamber door
                                     G                                      Am  
Perched, and sat, and nothing more
 G    F    G    Am    C    F    G)  
                             Am                                                                    G  
Soon that ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling
                     F                                                                            G  
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore
                                  Am                                                                                      C  
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven
                        F                                                                                 G  
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering on the Nightly shore
                     Em                                                                              F  
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore"
                             G                              Am  
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore"
 Am)  
                        Am                                                                      G  
Now the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
                          F                                                                                    G  
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour
                        Am                                                                            C  
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered
                     F                                                                                              G  
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before
                        Em                                                                            F  
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before"
                             G                      Am  
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore"
 Am)  
                          Am                                                                                            G  
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed by an unseen censer
                             F                                                                                    G  
Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor
                        Am                                                                      C  
Once more on the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
                     F                                                                            G  
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore
                          Em                                                                                         F  
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
                             G                      Am  
Meant in croaking "Nevermore"
 G    F    G    Am    C    F    G)  
                                Am                                                                                      G  
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
                          F                                                                                 G  
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore
             Am                                                                              C  
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted
                          F                                                                                 G  
On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore
                                     Em                                                                                      F  
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore"
                             G                         Am  
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore"
                                Am                                                                                 G  
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil
                          F                                                                                      G  
By that Heaven stretched above us - by that God we both adore
                                Am                                                                      C  
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn
                          F                                                                                    G  
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore
                     Em                                                                                      F  
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore"
                             G                            Am  
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore"
                          Am                                                                                 G  
"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting
                          F                                                                            G  
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore
                             Am                                                                      C  
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken
                          F                                                                            G  
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door
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