Back of the Moon - Nine Stone Rig Chords

[Intro]
G   C   G   C

[Verse 1]
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They shot him dead at the nine stone rig, beside the headless cross
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And they left him lying in his blood, upon the moor and the moss
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They buried him at midnight and the dew fell cold and still
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And the women in grey for god to pray, and the mist clung to the hill


[Verse 2]
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Oh, gentle wind that's blowing south from where my love repairs
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Convey a kiss from his dear mouth and tell me how he fairs
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The word was carried back to me as if by god's command
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Your sweetheart was murdered yesterday by your brother's jealous hand


[Verse 3]
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No living man I'll love again since my darling went through death's door
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With one lock of his yellow hair, I'll chain my heart forever more
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Oh, mother dear, please make my bed and lay me down in sorrow
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My love, he died for me last night, and I'll die for him tomorrow


[Instrumental]
G   C   G   C   G   C   G   C


[Bridge]
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My love, he died for me last night, and I'll die for him tomorrow


[Verse 4]
     G                                      F                 G
They shot him dead at the nine stone rig, beside the headless cross
                                       F                    G
And they left him lying in his blood, upon the moor and the moss
                                    F                 G
They buried him at midnight and the dew fell cold and still
                                               F                 G
And the women in grey for god to pray, and the mist clung to the hill
                                               F                 G
And the women in gray for god to pray, and the mist clung to the hill