The Tailor of the Dales
Copyright Andy Hill/PRS 2008
Capo 2
C F C F G
I am the tailor of the Dales, I work in any weather.
C F C Dm G
I make a patchwork of the land, and sew it all together.
C G C F
My cloth is pasture, moor and field, and rough stone is my thread.
F C Am F G C
I build my seven yards a day, then weary home I tread.
Chorus
G C F
Give me a line and bring me stone and good cheese for my bread.
F C Am F G C
I build my seven yards a day, then weary home I tread.
There is no hill can turn my line, a steady course I follows.
I build across the rugged fells, cross becks and shady hollows.
Dry lime and mortar are no use to me, a drystone man.
My walls will stand three hundred years, I build to nature's plan.
Chorus
When winter comes, the snow will drive me from my normal toil.
Then like the mole, go underground beneath the frozen soil.
Down in the mines I'll break my back to dig for silv'ry lead.
For 'tis my lot in this hard life to keep my family fed.
Chorus
In spring and summer I enjoy the fruits of Mother Earth.
High skylarks and sweet meadow flowers.
And good lambs at their birth.
Young children laughing in the dale, and sunshine on my head.
I build my seven yards a day, then weary home I tread.
Chorus
For Im the tailor of the Dales, I work in any weather.
I make a patchwork of the land, and sew it all together.
My cloth is pasture, moor and field, and rough stone is my thread.
I build my seven yards a day, then weary home I tread.
Chorus
I build my seven yards a day, then weary home I tread.
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