Cifras
Lament For Boromir

Tom: G

Introdução:

Gm                                                                                                              F                      Gm  
Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows
                                                                                          Eb                    F                 Gm  
The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls it goes
                Bb                                                      Eb                    F                            Gm                              F4  F  
'What news from the West, O wandering wind, do you bring to me tonight?
             Eb                            Gm                                      Eb              F            Gm  
Have you seen Boromir the Tall by moon or by starlight?
                                                          Eb         Gm                                                                         F  
'I saw him ride over seven streams, over waters wide and grey
     Gm                                    F            Gm              Eb              F              Gm  
I saw him walk in empty lands until he passed away
  Gm                                                      Bb                                                              F  
Into the shadows of the North, I saw him then no more
          Gm                                                    Eb              Gm                         Eb              F  Gm  
The North Wind may have heard the horn of the son of Denethor
        Gm                    Eb                                 F         Eb                                      Gm  
'O Boromir! From the high walls westward I looked afar
          Gm                                                    Eb              F                    Dm              Gm  
But you came not from the empty lands where no men are'
Cm                                                                                                      Gm                    Ab            Bb                                         Cm  
From the mouths of the Sea the South Wind flies, from the sandhills and the stones
                                                                          Eb                      Ab            Bb              Cm  
The wailing of the gulls it bears, and at the gate it moans
                  Eb                                                    Cm              Bb                            Cm                              Bb  
'What news from the South, O sighing wind, do you bring to me at eve?
                Ab                      Cm                                         Ab            Bb            Cm  
Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I grieve
                                                        Ab              Cm                                                                 Bb  
'Ask not of me where he doth dwell - so many bones there lie
Ab                                 Bb                                    Cm                 Ab                      Gm         Cm  
On the white shores and the dark shores under the stormy sky
        Cm                                                 Ab    Eb                                      Ab            Bb  
So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing Sea
Cm                                                    Ab              Cm                 Ab                      Bb                 Cm  
Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends to me!'
        Cm                         Ab                 Bb              Ab                                              Eb    G  
'O Boromir! Beyond the gate the seaward roads runs south
          Cm                                                    Ab              Bb                                 Gm                         Cm  
But you came not with the wailing gulls from the grey sea's mouth'
Fm                                         Ab                                              Eb                      Db                 Eb              Fm  
From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, and past the roaring falls
                                                                             Ab                      Db    Eb      Fm  
And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls
                Ab                                                      Eb                                              Fm                         Eb4  Eb  
'What news from the North, O mighty wind, do you bring to me today?
             Db                         Fm                                         Ab         Bbm      Fm  
What news of Boromir the Bold? For he is long away'
                                                                                                                                                  Eb  
'Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry. There many foes he fought
          Fm                                                                                                                 Eb         Fm  
His cloven shield, his broken sword, they to the water brought
          Fm                                                                                                                                              Eb  
His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid to rest
          Fm                                                                                                    Eb            Fm  
And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, bore him upon its breast
        Fm                            Db                      Eb                    Db                                 Ab  
'O Boromir! The Tower of Guard shall ever northward gaze
        Fm                                    Db         Eb              Db                 Eb              Fm  
To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days