Tone gốc Dm: Capo 5
And [Am]who are [Em]you, the [Am]proud lord [G]said,
that [Am]I must [Em]bow so [G]low?
[C]Only a [G]cat of a [C]different [G]coat,
that's [Dm]all the [Em]truth I [Am]know.
In a [Am]coat of [Em]gold or a [Am]coat of [G]red,
a [Am]lion [Em]still has [G]claws,
And [C]mine are [G]long and [C]sharp, my [G]lord,
as [Dm]long and [Em]sharp as [Am]yours.
And [Am]so he spoke, and [Em]so he spoke,
that [Am]Lord of Cas [Em]tamere,
But [F]now the rains weep [Dm]o'er his hall,
with [F]no one [Em]there to [Am]hear.
Yes [F]now the rains weep [Dm]o'er his hall,
and [F]not a [E]soul to [Am]hear
