Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard

[Synth intro] [Hook] [Instrumental break] [Verse 1] [Gravelly voice] The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. [Instrumental chorus] [Verse 2] Now fades the glimm'ring landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds. [Guitar solo] [Synth intro] [Hook] [Instrumental transition] [Verse 2] Now fades the glimm'ring landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds. [Guitar solo] [Instrumental transition] [Verse 3] Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tow'r The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such, as wand'ring near her secret bow'r, Molest her ancient solitary reign. [Guitar solo 2] [Instrumental transition] [Verse 4] Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. [Guitar solo 3] [Coda] [End]