Capo 1
INTRO Am G F Am
VERSE
Am
Now there once was a time when the northerners sang
G
of a king they had crowned: more a boy than a man,
F Am
More a pup than a wolf, with the cold of the realm in his eyes
Am
He’d broken a vow to the lords of the Twins:
G
Wed a stranger, a beauty, but a promise there’d been
F Am
So the Lord Frey demanded a bridegroom as compromise
CHORUS
F C
And the timbers groaned
G Am
River wind softly moaned,
F G
“Oh, the King in the North doesn't know
Am
How a red wedding goes.”
Am
VERSE
Am
Well, the feasting was plenty and the singing in tune
G
And the Stark wolves, they howled ‘neath their northern moon
F Am
So loud were their cries that the closing of doors was drowned out
Am
Lady Catelyn alone had the river’s sharp ear
G
Heard dancing reels turn to the Rains of Castamere
F Am
In her skin and bones growled a creature of doubt
CHORUS
F C
And the timbers groaned
G Am
River wind softly moaned,
F G
“Oh, the King in the North soon will know
Am
How a red wedding goes.”
Am
VERSE
Am
There were arrows and daggers, and the touch of them burned;
G
From players to slayers in an instant were turned
F
And the foreigner Queen was the first to fall under the knife
Am
With two arrows in him, the King crawled to her side
G
While his mother, she pleaded for the Lord to subside
F Am
But he’d taken their word, and to break it meant no right to life
CHORUS
F C
And the timbers groaned
G Am
River wind softly moaned,
F G
“Oh, the King in the North, now he knows
Am
How a red wedding goes.”
Am
VERSE
Am
Lord Bolton approached; with a thrust to Robb’s heart
G
He gave him the Lannister Lions’ regards
F Am
And the king’s mother wept, for his last word had called her to him
Am
There was nothing she felt cutting Lady Frey’s throat
G
And she felt nothing more when they slashed her own
F Am
The North will remember, she thought, and they’ll have all your skins
CHORUS
F C
And the timbers groaned
G Am
Now the wolves lie below
F G
Oh, the King in the North, if he’d known
Am
How a red wedding goes
F C
And the timbers groan
G Am
But the North waits; they know
F G
That one day the blood they are owed
Am
Will run ‘neath their soles
Am
Run 'neath their soles
Am
Run 'neath their soles.
