The [C]cold winds from the [Am]mountains, are [F]calling soft to
[C]me,
The [G]smell of scented [Em]heather, brings [Am]bitter memo[G7]ries,
The [G]wild and lonely [Em]eagle, up [Am]in the summer [G7]sky,
Flies [Am]high or Shanna[F]golden, where my young Willy [C]lies
Do [C]you remember [Am]darling, we [F]walked the moonlit [C]road,
I [G]held you in my [Em]arms then, I'd [Am]never let you [G7]go,
Our [G]hands they were ent[Em]wined my love [Am]all in the pale moon[G7]light,
By the [Am]fields of Shana[F]golden, on a lonely winter’s [C]night.
Then [C]came the call to [Am]arms love, and the [F]hills they were
a[C]flamed,
Down [G]from the silent [Em]mountains, the [Am]Saxon strangers [G7]came,
I [G]held you in my [Em]arms then, my [Am]young heart wild with [G7]fear,
By the [Am]fields of Shana[F]golden, in the spring time of the [C]year.
And you [C]fought them darling [Am]Willy, all [F]through those summer
[C]days,
I [G]heard the rifles [Em]firing, in the [Am]mountains far a[G7]way,
I [G]held you in my [Em]arms then, your [Am]blood ran free and [G7]bright,
And [Am]you died in Shana[F]golden on a lonely winter’s [C]night.
Oh but [C]that was long a[Am]go my love, and our [F]son grows fine
and [C]tall,
The [G]hills they are at [Em]peace again, the [Am]Saxon strangers
[G7]gone,
There's [G]roses on your [Em]grave my love, there's [Am]an eagle
in the [G7]sky,
Flying [Am]high or Shana[F]golden, where my young Willy [C]died.
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