A Poem By Yeats

Am  F   G   Em
Am  F   G   E7
Am  F   G   Em
Am
Am  F   G   E
Am  F   G   E7


[Verse]
      Am  F  G E       Am    F      G   E7
The brawling    of a sparrow in the eaves,
      Am   F      G E     Am      F      G   E7
The brilliant moon    and all the milky sky,
    Am    F    G   E    Am     F   G    E7
And all that famous    harmony of leaves,
      Am    F    G   E   Am     F      G    E7
Had blotted out man's  image and his cry.
 Am    F    G   E   Am     F      G    E7
sorrow

[Verse]
   Am       F          G   E7
A girl arose that had red mournful lips
Am                 F              G        E7
 And seemed the greatness of the world in tears,
 Am                 F            G          E7
Doomed like Odysseus and the labouring ships
               Am   F             G        E7
And proud as Priam murdered with his peers;

[Verse]
    Am  F  G E           Am        F       G   E7
Arose,        and on the instant clamorous eaves,
    Am      F  G E   Am        F      G   E7
A climbing moon    upon an empty sky,
    Am             F     G E          Am    F  G   E7
And all that lamentation     of the leaves,
      Am
Could but (mute) compose  man's image and his cry.

[Otro]
Am  F   C   G
F   G   Am  G
F   G   Am  G
F   G   Am