Cifras
Grave Of Bonaparte

Tono: G

Introducción:

G                                                                                      C                                 D  
On a lone, barren isle, where the wild, roaring billows
                                                                                G                              D  
Assail the stern rock and the loud tempest raves,
          G                                                                 C                              G  
The hero lies still where the dew drooping willows
             C                                 G                                    D                    G  
Like fond, weeping mourners, lean over his grave
                        D                                                                      G                              C  
             The lightning may flash and the loud thunder rattle.
                                                G                                              D            A                 D  
             He eats not, he hears not, he's free from all pain.
                     G                                                                            C                                      G  
             He sleeps his last sleep, he has fought his last battle.
                     C                      G                              D              G  
             No sound can awake him to glory again.
                                                  C                            D              G  
             No sound can awake him to glory again.
G                                                                            C                            D  
Oh shade of the mighty, where now are the legions
                                                                                        G                                      D  
That rushed but to conquer, when thou ledst them on?
  G                                                                    C                      G  
Alas, they have perished in far hilly regions,
          C                                 G                                    D                         G  
And all, save the fame, of their triumph is gone.
                        D                                                                 G                            C  
             The trumpet may sound and the loud cannon rattle.
                                                                G                                            D         A                    D  
             They eat not, they hear not, they're free from all pain.
                          G                                                                                      C                                            G  
             They sleep their last sleep, they have fought their last battle.
                     C                         G                              D              G  
             No sound can awake them to glory again.
                                                  C                              D              G  
             No sound can awake them to glory again.
G                                                                 C                            D  
Yet, spirit immortal, the tomb cannot bind thee.
                                                                                  G                                 D  
For like thine own eagle, that soared to the Sun,
             G                                                                      C                      G  
Thou springest from bondage, and leavest behind thee,
     C                                 G                                 D                         G  
A name which, before thee, no mortal had won.
                          D                                                            G                                 C  
             Tho' nations may combat, and war's thunder rattle,
                                                     G                                      D            A                    D  
             No more on thy steed wilt thou sweep o'er the plain.
                          G                                                                                         C                                      G  
             Thou sleep'st thy last sleep, thou hast fought thy last battle.
                     C                         G                              D              G  
             No sound can awake thee to glory again.
                                                  C                                 D              G  
             No sound can awake thee    to glory again.

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