Johnny Flynn

Gypsy Hymn

Johnny Flynn


Tom: C

F Em G C

    C         Am              C          Am
The ferry man brought me with mind open, dreaming,
   F        Em          G    C
we cut the depths with laughter.
    C          Am               C               Am
Stayed with my youth that God's tooth cut when weaning,
F       G     F
now and ever after.
    F
The will of the void is to shape and name forms...
    Am        C     Am    C
our dance was never done, then.
   F
I remember you well from before you were born,
   Am         C     Am   C
my chance was never won, then.

F (2 bars)

F
I burned the sports pages,
   F
as I already knew the score.
    C     F      Am  F
Put faith in the fire,
   C  F     Am   F
forever and ever more.
      C          Am
Your colours of autumn,
       C               Am
you're burnished with gold there,
    F        Em     G   C
and standing in the river.
     C          Am
The circle of trees and 
     C           Am
the full wish we told there,
F        G    F
truthful as a prison.
  F
I looked at the mystery and all she evoked,
   Am      C           Am   C
my patron saint stood near her.
        F 
But the mystery walked and the mystery spoke,
    Am          C     Am   C
my saint said, "never fear her".

F (2 bars)

    F
Now Mab is my queen, oh,

and Mab is my chief.
C   F     Am   F
Mab is my root now,
   C      F         Am            F
my strong trunk and branch to the leaf.
    C                   Am
The circle remains and still from its past;
    F             G           F           G
now waiting, now singing, now flying half-mast.
    C                        Am
She is and she's whole, I'll know love again.
     F            G          F      G
I'll know my song well, each dying refrain.
     C                         Am             
Each cadence and twist, well-observed in its harmony.
F             G
Silence come clean,
      F                Am
pull stillness for our lady.
Am        C
Gypsy hymn sing we slow,
     F       G           F             G
and tenderly bear me on your west wind blow... your
Am        C
gypsy hymn let me flow,
    F        G       F               Am
and sing me again before you got to go.
F        G          F              C
Sing me again before you got to go.