Lorcas Novena

Intro; E (bass plays E E EF EF riff 
each bar)

E
Ignacio lay dying in the sand

A single red rose clutched in a 
dying hand
Am
An' the women wept to see their hero
 die
G
And the big black birds gathered in 
the sky

Mother of all our joys, mother of 
all our sorrows

Intercede with him tonight
           D     G
For all of our tomorrows

The years went by and then the 
killers came
And took the men and marched them up
 the hill of pain
And Lorca the faggot poet they left 
till last
Blew his brains out with a pistol up
 his arse

Mother of all our joys, mother of 
all our sorrows
Intercede with him tonight
For all of our tomorrows

Solo guitar over E

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The killers came to mutilate the 
dead
But ran away in terror to search the
 town instead
But Lorca's corpse, as he had 
prophesied just walked away
And the only sound was the women in 
the chapel praying

Mother of all our joys, mother of 
all our sorrows
Intercede with him tonight
For all of our tomorrows

Gob-iron solo over G

End on E

***Version 2*** by Kristoffer Ekman

Intro   ||:E   F|E   F|E   

F|E   F|E   F|E   F|E   F|E   F:||

  E   F E   F            E      
Ignacio lay dying in the sand
|F  E  F  ||

  E          F   E         F    
A single red rose clutched in a 
      E      |F  E  F  ||
dying hand
    Am        C                  Am
The women wept to see their hero die
        G         C     G        
And the big black birds gathered 
C      G     |G   C|G   C||
in the sky

G                 C    G        
Mother of all our joys mother of
         C
 all our sorrows
G    C         G     C
Intercede with him tonight
    G      D   G
For all of our tomorrows

Inst 1  |G   C|G   C||

The years went by and then the 
killers came
And took the men and marched them up
 the hill of pain
And Lorca the faggot poet they left 
till last
Blew his brains out with a pistol up
 his arse

Chorus 2

Inst 2  |E   F|E   F|E   F|E   F|E  
 F|E   F|E   F|E   F||

The killers came to mutilate the 
dead
But ran away in terror to search the
 town instead
But Lorca's corpse as he had 
prophesied just walked away
And the only sound was the women in 
the chapel praying

Chorus 3

Outro   ||:G   C|G   C|G   C|G   C|G
   C|G   C|G   C|G   C|G   C|G   
C:||
        ||:E   F|E   F|E   

F|E   F|E   F|E   F|E   F|E   F:||