Misc Traditional – Where The Columbines Grow (Guitar)

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[Verse 1]
N.C.       D                         E7  A7
Where the snowy peaks gleam in the moonlight,

D      F#       E7          A7
Above the dark forests of pine,

          D          A7      C#7  F#m
And the wild foaming waters dash onward,

          Em             A7           D
Toward lands where the tropic stars shine;

A7                                      D
Where the scream of the bold mountain eagle,

G                 D    E7     A7
Responds to the notes of the dove,

       Em           A7         D7          G
Is the purple robed West, the land that is best,

D        G    D       A7  D
The pioneer land that we love.
[Chorus]
n.c                     A7
Tis the land where the columbines grow,

                              D
Overlooking the plains far below,

                                     A7
While the cool summer breeze in the evergreen trees,

         D     A7                   D
Softly sings where the columbines grow.
[Verse 2]
 D                         E7  A7
The bison is gone from the upland,

D         F#       E7          A7
The deer from the canyon has fled,

     D          A7      C#7  F#m
The home of the wolf is deserted,

Em             A7           D
The antelope moans for his dead,

A7                           D
The war whoop re-echoes no longer,

G     D       E7     A7
The Indian's only a name,

Em                     A7             D7         G
And the nymphs of the grove in their loneliness rove,

        D      G    D       A7  D
But the columbine blooms just the same.
[Verse 3]
        D                   E7  A7
Let the violet brighten the brookside,

    D   F#       E7     A7
In sunlight of earlier spring,

              D     A7        C#7     F#m
Let the fair clover bedeck the green meadow,

Em             A7         D
In days when the orioles sing,

A7                           D
Let the goldenrod herald the autumn,

     G  D       E7        A7
But, under the midsummer sky,

Em                   A7             D7         G
In its fair Western home, may the columbine bloom,

          D          G  D       A7  D
Till our great mountain rivers run dry.