Arnald

Tabbed by: The Mop™
From the album "On Land And In The 
Sea"

This ones quite easy and a lot of 
fun :)


Intro (crotchet beats shown below)

1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4
D     C F     A


Verse

A D  A D   C F   C F

A  D     AD   C   F    CF
To steal away and then decide
A  D    A  D   C   F    CF
Is cake on top and real inside
A  D A D   C   F     C F
Appreciate and leave behind
A   D    A  D    C   F    C  F
The love is bad, the love is kind

A D  A D   C F   C F

Duty, command, and mystery
Continues after the ad
A shout, and all of history
And never really thought about
Probed in depth and forgot about


Chorus

   A#   Am F G  (Riff 1)
To fall on evil days
      A#   G  C     A
Troop home to grots and caves

Riff 1
   A      G A
e---------------------| 
B---------------------| 
G---------------------| 
D---------------5b----| 
A---------------------| 
E--5--5-5-3-5---------| 


Intro

Verse

The latest spade to build a moat
A ship to mend and send afloat
And all the fishes in the sea
Around the sides of my country
Will follow ship to where she lies
And close in fruitless sleep her 
eyes
And disconnect and comfort me
Safe in the arms of my country

Chorus

Her water slips from high
And peels me where I lie

Solo (played by the sax on the CD, 
but on guitar also live)

   A D  A D  C F  C F  A D A D  
e--------------------------5-----
B----------------------------7---
G----7----7--5-----------7-----7-
D--7----7------7--5----7---------
A-------------------8------------
E--------------------------------
  CF  C F
e|--------| 
B|--------| 
G|5--4----| 
D|-----7--| 
A|--------| 
E|--------| 


   A D  A D  C F  C F  A D  A   
e---------------------------5----
B------------5-6--------------7--
G----7----7-------5------7-------
D--7----7-----------7--7---------
A--------------------------------
E--------------------------------
  DC F  C F
e|----------| 
B|----------| 
G|7-5--4----| 
D|-------7--| 
A|----------| 
E|----------| 

Bridge (As intro)

1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4
C#    B E     G#

Verse

Troop home to silent grots and caves
Troop home and mimic as you go
The mourning winding of the waves
Which to their dark abysses flow and

Chorus

Out her water that sweats from very 
up high
Peels me where I lie

(end on D)