Capo 4
Intro: Am
F Am C G C
C F Am G
Am G F G
C F Am G C
Am
Within the woodlands, flowery gladed,
F Am G C
By the oak tree's mossy moot,
The shining grass-blades, timber-shaded,
F Am G
Now do quiver under foot;
Am G
And birds do whistle overhead,
F G
And water's bubbling in its bed,
C
And there for me the apple tree
F Am G C
Do lean down low in Linden Lea.
Am
When leaves that lately were a-springing
F Am G C
Now do fade within the copse,
And painted birds do hush their singing
F Am G
Up upon the timber tops;
Am G
And brown-leaved fruit's a-turning red,
F G
In cloudless sunshine, overhead,
C
With fruit for me, the apple tree
F Am G C
Do lean down low in Linden Lea.
Am
Let other folk make money faster
F Am G C
In the air of dark-roomed towns,
I don't dread a peevish master;
F Am G
Though no man do heed my frowns,
Am G
I be free to go abroad,
F G
Or take again my homeward road
C
To where, for me, the apple tree
F Am G C
Do lean down low in Linden Lea.
