Nickel Creek - Sweet Afton (brand New) guitar chord

This is Sweet Afton. I was fortunate enough to talk

with Sean and Chris after a show and ask them about

this song. They said it is tuned to DADGAD and capoed

on the 2nd fret. So here goes...........

Capo 2 "SWEET AFTON"

(easier fingerings, version)

D A G Bm Em F#m D A G Bm F#m

D--0---0---0---0----0-----0-------|--0--0--0---0---0--------------High

A--0---0---0---0----0-----0-------|--0--0--0---0---0--------------

G--2---6---4---7----0-----2-------|--2--2--0---4---2--------------

D--0---7---5---9----2-----4-------|--0--2--0---4---4--------------

A--0---7---5---9----2-----4-------|--0--0--5---2---4--------------

D--0---7---5---9----2-----4-------|--0--x--5---x---x--------------Low

Verse 1:

D A G D

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,

Bm A G D

Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;

D A G D

My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,

Bm A G D

Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

Filler:

D A G D Bm A G D

Verse 2:

D A G D

Thou stock dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen,

Bm A G D

All Ye wild whistly blackbirds in yon thorny den,

D A G D

Thou green crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear,

Bm A G D

O'I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair.

Chorus:

Bm A G D

O'How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills,

Em G A

Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills;

F#m G F#m Bm A G D

There daily I wander as noon rises high,... oooh,

Em G A

My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye.

Filler (violin) D A G D Bm A G D

Verse 3:

How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below,

Where, wild in the woodlands, the primroses blow;

There oft, as mild evening sweeps over the lea,

The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.

Chorus:

Bm A G D

O'Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,

Em G A

And winds by the cot where my Mary resides;

F#m G F#m Bm ...D

How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave,

Em G A

As, gathering sweet flowerets, she stems thy clear wave.

Verse 4:

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,

Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays;

My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,

Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dreams.

There it is! I hope it easy enough to follow and play. What a pretty song.

This is a Robert Burns poem that Chris put music to, sure sounds nice.

Give me some feedback as to what you thought.

Thanks

Scott