Biography:
Nickel Creek is an American progressive acoustic music trio formed in 1989 and consisting of Chris Thile (mandolin), Sara Watkins (fiddle) and Sean Watkins (guitar). Following an extended hiatus from 2007 (during which there were numerous solo projects from the band members), Nickel Creek reformed in 2014 with a new album and subsequent tour. The band released six albums between 1993 and 2006, winning a 2003 Grammy Award for Best Contemporary Folk Album.
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Other songs:
- Anthony
- Fox
- Rest Of My Life
- Somebody More Like You
- Sweet Afton
- This Side
- The Fox
- 21St Of May
- Beauty And The Mess
- Destination
- Doubtin Thomas
- Doubting Thomas
- First And Last Waltz
- Found Soul
- Green And Gray
- Hand Song
- Hanging By A Thread
- He Will Listen To You
- Helena
- House Carpenter
- I Shouldve Known Better
- Jealous Of The Moon
- Leaves Fall
- Love Of Mine
- Out Of The Woods
- Reasons Why
- Sabra Girl
- Seven Wonders
- Speak
- Spit On A Stranger
- Starfish
- The Lighthouse Tale
- The Lighthouse Tale Mandolin
- The Lighthouses Tale
- The Rest Of My Life
- Tomorrow Is A Long Time
- When In Rome
- When You Come Back Down
- Where Is Love Now
- Why Should The Fire Die
- Windmills
- You Dont Know Whats Going On
- Young
Four years of hard work!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
Tabbed By: Ben "The Man" Muir
Verse 1:
E B A E E
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
C#m B A E E
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Verse 2:
Thou stock dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen,
Ye wild whistly blackbirds in yon thorny den,
Thou green crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear,
I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair.
Chorus:
C#m B A E E
How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills,
F#m F#m A B B
Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills;
G#m A G# C#m B A E
There daily I wander as noon rises high, oooh,
F#m F#m A B B
My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye.
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:
Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
And winds by the cot where my Mary resides;
How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave,
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.
Verse 1:
E B A E E
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
C#m B A E E
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Verse 2:
Thou stock dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen,
Ye wild whistly blackbirds in yon thorny den,
Thou green crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear,
I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair.
Chorus:
C#m B A E E
How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills,
F#m F#m A B B
Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills;
G#m A G# C#m B A E
There daily I wander as noon rises high, oooh,
F#m F#m A B B
My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye.
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:
Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
And winds by the cot where my Mary resides;
How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave,
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.
