Lament For The Rohirrim

Am G Em Am Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? G Em Am Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing? G F Dm Em Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing? Am G Em Am Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing? C Am G Am G They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow; Am C C/B Am F G Em Am The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow. C F F/E Am G Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning, Am C Em F G Em Am Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning? Am G Em Am Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? G Em Am Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing? G F Dm Em Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing? Am G Em Am Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing? C Am G Am G They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow; Am C C/B Am F G Em Am The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow. C F F/E Am G Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning, Am C Em F G Em Am Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?