[Intro] Am G F Am [Parte 1]Am Now there once was a time when the northerners sangG Of a king they had crowned: more a boy than a manF Am More a pup than a wolf, with the cold of the realm in his eyesAm He’d broken a vow to the lords of the TwinsG Wed a stranger, a beauty, but a promise there’d beenF Am So the Lord Frey demanded a bridegroom as compromise [Refrão]F C And the timbers groanedG Am River wind softly moanedF G “Oh, the King in the North doesn't knowAm How a red wedding goes( Am ) [Segunda Parte]Am Well, the feasting was plenty and the singing in tuneG And the Stark wolves, they howled ‘neath their northern moonF Am So loud were their cries that the closing of doors was drowned outAm Lady Catelyn alone had the river’s sharp earG Heard dancing reels turn to the Rains of CastamereF Am In her skin and bones growled a creature of doubt [Refrão]F C And the timbers groanedG Am River wind softly moanedF G “Oh, the King in the North soon will knowAm How a red wedding goes( Am ) [Terceira Parte]Am There were arrows and daggers, and the touch of them burnedG From players to slayers in an instant were turnedF And the foreigner Queen was the first to fall under the knifeAm With two arrows in him, the King crawled to her sideG While his mother, she pleaded for the Lord to subsideF Am But he’d taken their word, and to break it meant no right to life [Refrão]F C And the timbers groanedG Am River wind softly moanedF G “Oh, the King in the North, now he knowsAm How a red wedding goes( Am ) [Quarta Parte]Am Lord Bolton approached; with a thrust to Robb’s heartG He gave him the Lannister Lions’ regardsF Am And the king’s mother wept, for his last word had called her to himAm There was nothing she felt cutting Lady Frey’s throatG And she felt nothing more when they slashed her ownF Am The North will remember, she thought, and they’ll have all your skins [Refrão]F C And the timbers groanedG Am Now the wolves lie belowF G Oh, the King in the North, if he’d knownAm How a red wedding goesF C And the timbers groanG Am But the North waits; they knowF G That one day the blood they are owedAm Will run ‘neath their solesAm Run 'neath their solesAm Run 'neath their soles
Timbers and Wind
Paola Bennet
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