My Kantele

Intro Cm Bb Bb Cm 8x Verse 1 Cm Bb Cm Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense Bb Cm Who say that music reckon that the kantele Bb Was fashioned by a god Cm Out of a great pike's shoulders Bb From a water-dog's hooked bones Cm It was moulded from sorrow Interlude Cm Bb Bb Cm 2x Chorus Cm Bb Cm Its belly out of hard days Cm Bb Cm Its soundboard from endless woes Cm Bb Cm Its strings gathered from torments, and its pegs from other ills Cm Bb Cm Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense Gm Dm Bb C 4x Interlude Cm Bb Bb Cm 4x Chorus Cm Bb Cm Its belly out of hard days Cm Bb Cm Its soundboard from endless woes Cm Bb Cm Its strings gathered from torments, and its pegs from other ills Cm Bb Cm Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense Gm Dm Bb C 8x Outro Cm Bb Bb Ab Ab Bb Cm Bb 10x