Biography:
Sydney Bertram Carter (6 May 1915 – 13 March 2004) was an English poet, songwriter, folk musician, born in Camden Town, London. He is best known for the song "Lord of the Dance" (1967), set to the tune of the American Shaker song "Simple Gifts", and the song "The Crow on the Cradle", adapted from an old folk song.
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Subject: Lord Of The Dance - Sydney Carter (and Donovan)
Cc: [email protected]
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#Lord of the dance - Sydney Carter
#This song was typed by Magnus Soderman,
#Uppsala university, Sweden
#Donovan has made a cover on this song, but
#I can't remember the name of the album.
#It will print out nicely on one A4-sheet.
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#Use:
# chord filename.chopro > filenname.ps
{chordsize:8}
{t:Lord of the dance}
{st:Sydney Carter}
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D[G]ance then, wher[D]ever you may B[G]E
[Em]I am the lord of the d[D]ance, said he
And I'll l[G]ead you all, wher[Em]ever you may be
And I'll l[D]ead you all in the d[G]ance, said he.
{eoc}
I d[G]anced in the morning, when the w[D]orld was beg[Em]un
I d[D]anced in the moon and the st[C]ars and the s[D]un
I c[G]ame down from heaven and they d[D]anced on [Em]earth
I b[D]adly had my, h[G]ad my birth.
I d[G]anced for the scribe and the f[D]ar out s[Em]ea
They w[D]ouldn't dance, they w[C]ouldn't follow m[D]e
So I d[G]anced for the fishermen J[D]ames and J[Em]ohn
c[D]ame with me and the d[G]ance went on.
I d[G]anced on the sabbath and c[D]ure of the l[Em]enght
The h[D]oly people, they s[C]aid it was a sh[D]ame
They wh[G]ipped and stripped and they h[D]ung me h[Em]igh
L[D]eft me there on a cr[G]oss to die.
I d[G]anced on the friday, when the sk[D]y turned bl[Em]ack
It's h[D]ard to dance with the d[C]evil on your b[D]ack
They b[G]uried my body they th[D]ought I g[Em]ot
But [D]I ad the dance st[G]ill go on.
They go[G]t me down, but I l[D]eap up h[Em]igh
[D]I am the light, that will n[C]ever, never d[D]ie
And I l[G]ive in you, if you l[D]ive in m[Em]e
[D]I am the lord of the d[G]ance, said he.
#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
#------------------------------------------------------------------------------##
<[email protected]>
To: [email protected]
Subject: Lord Of The Dance - Sydney Carter (and Donovan)
Cc: [email protected]
#----------Cut here-----------Cut here----------Cut here--------------
#Lord of the dance - Sydney Carter
#This song was typed by Magnus Soderman,
#Uppsala university, Sweden
#Donovan has made a cover on this song, but
#I can't remember the name of the album.
#It will print out nicely on one A4-sheet.
#
#Use:
# chord filename.chopro > filenname.ps
{chordsize:8}
{t:Lord of the dance}
{st:Sydney Carter}
#
{soc}
D[G]ance then, wher[D]ever you may B[G]E
[Em]I am the lord of the d[D]ance, said he
And I'll l[G]ead you all, wher[Em]ever you may be
And I'll l[D]ead you all in the d[G]ance, said he.
{eoc}
I d[G]anced in the morning, when the w[D]orld was beg[Em]un
I d[D]anced in the moon and the st[C]ars and the s[D]un
I c[G]ame down from heaven and they d[D]anced on [Em]earth
I b[D]adly had my, h[G]ad my birth.
I d[G]anced for the scribe and the f[D]ar out s[Em]ea
They w[D]ouldn't dance, they w[C]ouldn't follow m[D]e
So I d[G]anced for the fishermen J[D]ames and J[Em]ohn
c[D]ame with me and the d[G]ance went on.
I d[G]anced on the sabbath and c[D]ure of the l[Em]enght
The h[D]oly people, they s[C]aid it was a sh[D]ame
They wh[G]ipped and stripped and they h[D]ung me h[Em]igh
L[D]eft me there on a cr[G]oss to die.
I d[G]anced on the friday, when the sk[D]y turned bl[Em]ack
It's h[D]ard to dance with the d[C]evil on your b[D]ack
They b[G]uried my body they th[D]ought I g[Em]ot
But [D]I ad the dance st[G]ill go on.
They go[G]t me down, but I l[D]eap up h[Em]igh
[D]I am the light, that will n[C]ever, never d[D]ie
And I l[G]ive in you, if you l[D]ive in m[Em]e
[D]I am the lord of the d[G]ance, said he.
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