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This song has four different voices going on. First you have the narrator, then
you have the Father trying to save his dying son. Up next is the dying son. Then
we hear The Oak King come in, tempting the boy away from life.
Em1: x|10|9|0|0|x
Gmaj13: x|9|7|0|0|x
Em2: x|7|5|0|0|x
Em3: x|5|4|0|0|x
Cmaj7: x|3|2|0|0|x
Riff:
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E|--0--2--3-----------3--|
Slide Prog.: Slide to Em1...Gmaj13...Em2...Em3...Cmaj7...Riff
EmB7EmB7Em
Who is this that rides so late
GDGD
Between the woods and the garden gate?
B7EmB7Em
A father holds a child close,
CGB7Em
Barely boy and almost ghost
EmGCG (C/G)
Son why do you cry and hide your face?
GDGD
Oh Father, the Oak King is king of this place,
EmGCG (C/G)
With a crown made of thistle and septer of reeds
CGB7Em
Son, there's no Oak King, just the wind and the trees
(Slide Prog.)
Am7B7Em
My prince, my love, I knew you'd come
Am7B7CB7
Now you must join the other ones
Am7B7Em
Cast your blues upon the tide
Am7B7CB7
Sleep all day, play all night
AmEmAmEm
Oh father, Oh father, don't leave me I pray
GDGD
The Oak King is closer than the dawn of the day
AmEmAmEm
Than the dawn of the day, The edge of the woods
CGB7Em
The Oak King is bad and he'll take me for good
EmGCG (C/G)
Oh son, with his palaces of silver and gold
GDGD
With a queen and his own pretty children to hold
EmGCG (C/G)
With his own pretty children, why steal you from me?
CGB7Em
What kind of a king would ever be such a thief?
(Slide Prog.)
Am7B7Em
My prince, my love, I knew you'd come
Am7B7CB7
Now you must join the other ones
Am7B7Em
Cast your blues upon the tide
Am7B7CB7
My daughters will hold you clear through till night
AmEmAmEm
Oh father, Oh father, scattered all along the path
GDGD
The Oak Kings own children in the dark as we pass
AmEmAmEm
The Oak Kings own children, they sing softley and they sigh
CGB7Em
They don't seem to care that they're blooming at night
EmGCG (C/G)
Oh Son, who would leave a child in this place?
GDGD
To the wind and the dark and the rain on their faces
AmEmAmEm
The rain on their face, mud on their feet
CGB7Em
What kind of a King would dress his children in leaves?
(Slide Prog.)
Am7B7Em
My prince, my love, I knew you would come
Am7B7CB7
Now you must join the other ones
Am7B7Em
Oh Father, Oh Father, I must go away
Am7B7CB7
The Oak King sings, I must obey
(Slide Prog. soft)
B7EmB7Em
At the edge of the woods and the break of the day,
GDGD
The father looked down where his son used to lay,
B7EmB7Em
And in grief and in sorrow, in sorrow and grief,
CGB7Em
Wondered what kind of king could ever be such a thief?